From my Car

He gently places the flowers on her step

heavy from the weight

of all that young bachelor’s heart beats

all his feelings,

all his intentions,

his cherished observations.

I watch from my car

swallowing thick gulps of air

tasting the tension in his blood.

He rings her bell

runs off grinning

like a thief pocketing diamonds.

She opens the door

smiles at the sight

brings the flowers to her chest

breathes in her hopes deeply

smiling in the sea of its aroma.

Yet that bachelor never saw the smile he caused

only I did,

watching from my car.

Where is that bachelor now?

I imagine him in open pasture

somewhere warm

picking more flowers.