VENUS IN BLUE JEANS

MONA LISA WITH A PONYTAIL

You don't have to be very old. You don't have to know much about girls. You can still like lots of other things. Like sports and being outdoors. And music and art. Well music anyhow.

And then she comes to mind. You watch her for awhile in class. Out of class. You ask around about her. Carefully. You find yourself walking around campus taking the route she might be taking. Just to look. Oh, you'd speak if you encountered her. But you'd just as soon you didn't.

It's safer that way.

But then you did something crazy. Crazier than calling her house and hanging up (in the days long before caller ID). You wrote a poem. Not to share. But to express. It went something like this.

I looked forward, while you looked away.

I looked for you, while you looked elsewhere.

I love the way you look.

But then,

You looked at someone else

The way I look at you.

Who says looks don't matter?