Easy Lurks Poem by James Walter Orr

Easy did some heavy breathing
Along the hallway where he lurked,
Watching Stang tip-toeing forward,
Toward where the fresh-brewed coffee perked.

As though to lend a helping hand,
Entered the quiet and thoughtful Mare.
She stood just around the corner,
And noted soon that he was bare.

There Easy stood behind a pane
Of sturdy, mirrored one-way glass,
Observing (with professional air,
And having no thought of a pass)

Minx go about her daily chores,
As subtly wafted her perfume,
From her gentle, fanning movements
As she roamed quietly through the room.

Easy printed in his brass-bound,
Leather covered journal’s pages
So he could preserve the actions
For descendents through the ages.

He noted how the pleasure seemed
To float above the evening air;
Form halos in the candle light
And trickle lightly down the stair.

He captured with his awkward script,
In ways one always may believe.
He wrote his thoughts in simple prose,
Recording thus, that summer eve.

The sun went down and dampened out
The torches dimly flickering light.
Faintly still, came Easy's breathing,
As he lurked hidden in the night.