The Strut

 

I see him now

taking firm stance

On the dirt mound

behind chain link.

Plain-ish hen reclines

daring on the come-on.

Pre-school gum chewer

laces her fingers

Through the fence.

Mother told her to wait.

For what?

Shimmer of the heard, the seen.

as in kings' courts

Clay-baked Asian promenades

And needle softened jungle carpets.

The spread is beginning

The indigo

The many seductive eyes

And invitations

danced out, almost losing balance

From that heavy member.

elevated.

Men have the strut and colour and audacity.

women wait for matching moments

and that beautiful brooding to come.