Beauty is indifferent to itself.
Largesse of spirit contrasts with strength
of jaws snapping to the indifferent air,
I don’t know what it ees, but every wanna
dese local boys, dey see one white woman
and dey tink she some kine goddess or somet’ing.
Grain of salt and all.
Until today, cycling by primary grades
out for recess in the unrelenting sun;
chubby brown boy with dimpled smile
joined by both hands
to a tall yellow-haired girl of eight
standing next to a diminutive friend,
gleaming waves of jet cascading clear and full
down her small perfect back.
Paper crown colored in crayon
quickly pilfered from the tow-head
to be placed atop the beaming stripling.
Darker girl looks on imploringly,
sparkling eyes inviting his to acknowledge;
her unfolding splendor remaining,
at least to him,