EGO
Our small-town festival arrives
grassy park brimming with friends and townsfolk
children on sugar highs, lips sticky
A youthful co-worker approaches
“Hey!” he says, his chocolate brown eyes
lighting up his already handsome face
My heart goes pitter-patter, how can it not
“Hey to you!”, I chirp, then follow his gaze
to the young woman standing behind me
Oh, right… I have a laugh at my tender ego
give him a quick hug then release him
to the cutie 30 years my junior
I had to laugh. Cutie girls often smile at me, and then I realize that they weren't directed at me.