Chance Encounter With The Young Poem by Bill Grace

Seated in the restaurant’s bar section
Early twenties they entered
He with nicely developing beard not yet full
She with breasts denying
Her nipples the right to exit
With fabric she framed her statement
Here is my beauty here is my power.
The statement was not vulgar
Our eyes caught for half a second
There was no agenda to her glance,
She was not selling liquor or herself
She says here is my beauty
I say silently with wife beside me – Amen.