On the street

On the street,
A man watches
A woman walking
With tradesman’s eyes,
Measuring the dimensions
Of her slender body,
Height of heel
Curve of calf
Shape of breast.

His face smiles
Trying to catch her eye,
It’s a game,
That he always wins
In the end,
Sooner or later
She will look,
Maybe not today,
Or not this woman,
But someone will
Meet his eyes
Sooner or later,
It is inevitable
So he continues to stare
It is a game.

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