When someone blurted out across a room
a comment on her beauty, she looked sad
as though the compliment provoked some gloom
or dredged up some old sorrow that she had.
And it occurred to me that beauty could
at times induce a crushing loneliness,
as many sought her out for looking good
but wouldn’t see beyond her loveliness.
And I who witnessed this was not immune
to beauty I considered to be awesome,
yet felt the man was acting like a goon
who seemed to want to pick her like a blossom.
Youth’s beauty may be brief, as in an hour,
but she is much more than a lovely flower.
Mario A. Pita