Tuesday, May 26, 2020

Nut-brown eyes,
blossom smile
flash signs to the world
from the mystery
that is a woman’s face
framed in the veil of a nun.

The magic of woman here
signals softly like a distant drum,
while mini-skirted, sweatered girls
in concert with the cacophonic city,
sound a titillating chorus
of stockinged legs,
inviting breasts,
flowing hair.

The mystery of woman seems everywhere.
It says: attend to me,
and yet in an unsaid air:
look beyond.
But that I had not heard
until the nut-brown eyes
and blossom smile said:
joy, joy, here, now,
and forever.

Tom Keene July 1967