The Spectator
So utterly pleasing when I watch.
Shapely beings escape their hatch.
Movement with music taken higher.
Form, leg to hip pops the elegant wire.
Swerves the head away while passing by.
Still locked in glance mode that breathing eye.
Dreaming like a drifter of image and flavor.
Sliding on an in-between the most sensual razors.
Appreciate the beauties for their fashion sense.
Hair accentuates in any air lightly or immense.
True spectator vision on an important mission.
To notice and admire loveliness-an everyday attraction.
poem by William Blackman
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