Paean

A friend’s contribution: an ode to a woman on a bus, written with the precision of someone who notices everything and says nothing.

She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for me.

A short, curvy woman on the subway, and everything I noticed.

She’s standing at the pastry case, but she’s not just evaluating pastries.

A woman in a peach sun dress.

Four haiku for a redhead on a train.

A love song to a woman on the subway.

A woman on the street stops me in my tracks.

Three women, one room, and work I’m not getting done.

Where am I supposed to look when she crosses her legs?