Somebody/Anybody Poem by James McLain

Today: god why me today
alone
again on the bench.
bright and warm for the others
slowly
as I turn my old head.
and here she comes
and sits
with out sound
down as she is want to do
and so open
about it she does
god
knows how I feel about
mini skirts
her and such glory
all
contained in such mini ness.
she smiles I laugh and she knows
I need more than
her pinks
mixed in with all of my blues.
this woman sat there and she
said
you are just a harmless old man.

come here, come here she ask.
across the short way.
my view of you
is all that I have, you would not
knowing this
have me take leave of what few
senses that god has forgot.
I have.

and she said, and she said, much
more than that.
moving her legs back and forth
again with that smile
she winks
when she speaks.


my blues vanished with her,
simply because she wore pink.



and I said

I will never forget that you did.