—vignette in a windshield
young girl on a curb
waiting for a green
it comes, she goes, head down
checking out the cut of her jeans:
how they lay across her shoes;
the way the inseams hug her firm thighs;
the fine, faded blues
sweet on self
she imagines an approaching guy
sees what she eyes
(sees himself as her squeeze)
Him, turned on
Her, self pleased
she smiles raises head reins eyes
veers right weilds keys
and swings into her car
with beautiful and satisfied
greatest of ease
.
Jim Culleny; 1981
Blink 