Paean

I wouldn’t like her. But she’s fun to look at.

Two women at my gym who make working out genuinely dangerous.

Every shade of brown, from boot to lip.

I saw her on the subway. I couldn’t not photograph her.

The underside of a thigh on the subway.

A perfect heart-shaped ass, freckled shoulders, and I never saw her from the front.

Sometimes the most distracting thing in a meeting isn’t the agenda.

She caught my eye. I caught her image.

A mother and daughter, competing for my gaze.

A woman on the subway I couldn’t stop looking at.