MARBAX WATCHES.

A MAN STUDIES A WAITRESS.

Marbax can see the
Waitress from a safe

Place from the table
Of another near

Cafe. He studies
Her movement between

Tables, holding trays,
Her hand suspending

It, her eyes blue as
Summer skies, her blonde

Hair catching the sun.
He sips from his small

Coffee, watching as
She picks up mugs, plates

And spoons, her fingers
Gripping or hooking

Through the small handles.
She looks over but

Doesn’t see him, she
Doesn’t see his eyes

Following her from
Place to place, table

To table. He now
Wishes her hands could

Embrace him, could smooth
His worried brow, and

He could kiss her lips
And soft neck, somehow.

People pass by to
Tables and she’s out

Of his sight; other
Bodies occupy

Her space, block out the
Sun’s warm light. She could

Be his Leda and
He’d be her swan, that

She could stroke his
Neck and embrace him

Warm against winds and
Storm. He studies her

As she reappears,
Studies her pace, her

Walk, her gentle sway,
The way her hand wipes

Her brow, studies her
Small bosom tightly

Packed, her frowning smile,
He will watch now,

Love her in his own
Small way for a while.