Caught Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking in the bar window, seeing a young bartender
stuffing handfuls of mints into his mouth, unaware
that anyone is watching.

Suddenly, he turns in my direction, embarrassed to
have been caught, he mouths some words offering me
some.

I smilingly laugh and shake my head, no thank you,
I mouth back to him.

Sheepishly he's still grinning, but feels better
because he has offered me some.

Then he gets on with his work and here is the poem
this moment has caused.