Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags
Window Shopping
By Dean Olson
Some of us give the window
little more than a sideways glance
that lingers.
A hurried upward lift of the eyes
that hesitates
as if startled seeing bright colored birds.
Others stop. Stand for a while.
Look, try to sort it out,
our eyes turning down
as we walk away distracted,
prying open the musty cupboards of love.
Some of us are like deer caught in headlights.
Our eyes widening,
uncertain what we were thinking of,
where we were going,
what we should do now we have been seen
standing here in plain view,
looking.
We are the world’s old men
who walk past the lingerie window
as we wander downtown
for morning coffee
or walk the mall before shops open.
It may be the fishnet lacy cheek panty
with minimal back coverage
that rouses us from simple black coffee
to the risky double pump mocha
with whip cream.
And certainly, it is the waist cincher thong
stirring our memories
of backseat entangling,
the joint effort to press flesh to flesh,
that makes us want the cheese Danish.
Dean Olson’s poem Wonder Woman appeared here in August 2011.
Thanks for the smile this morning.