The most beautiful woman….
Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and
she looked at my face hard and she asked.
Reading poetry today at the Monterey cafe tonight, Johnnie.
I told her, every Tuesday I read in Monterey,
every Thursday I read in Pacific Grove and
on Saturday, I read at Santa Cruz.
She laughed and she smiled, I know.
She took my hand and she asked me.
“You never invite me to come with you.
We eat together twice a day and you listen to my wild tales.
Don’t you like me?”
I told her, I am a old man and you are young.
Your world is fast and my world,
easy, drinking, the sea and my words.
Your eyes, your spirit and your beauty scare me.
I am old and ugly and you make the world bright and…
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