forever

I would watch them

as they went about their shopping

hoping to learn something

perhaps to help me fit in

while I waited for the next peach

to drop

sat back sipping a beer or three

on those long afternoons between the wars

seeing clearly a look around the eyes

or the mouth in the women

slightly pinched

as if the world had been promised

& not yet delivered

& there lolloping alongside

gently vacant

happy to take whatever came their way

their men

& the women would not give me

the time of day

or a second look

to which I am forever

truly thankful

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