Saturday, August 15, 2009

Adolescence

He stared up into my eyes with a look
I can almost see now.

H had that look in his eyes
that bore right into mine.

I could sense that he knew I was
envious of what he was doing—; and knew that I’d

always wish I had known at the time
what he was doing was something I ‘d always

crave in later life, just as he did.

He was enjoying what he was doing.
The look was one of pure rapture.

He was gloating. He knew.

I still remember his look.


Frank Bidart