Kristyn Dizon 

7 Ways of Looking at a Man 

I.  His eyes were subtle and

     a wonderful blue. I saw

     pain that had been carved

     through. The glow of his

     halo was soon saddened by

     a light he had never seen.

     He looks sad.

II.   Admiration seeped just below  

      his eyebrow. He stood on the 

      cement in the middle of town,

      looking for something to peak his 

      interest. Hope and adventure 

      stared right at him. Observant,

     is what he was.  

III. His hands were rough but

      they seemed to be softer

      than the petals on flowers.

      However, his fists were

      red from playing bloody knuckles 

      with his closest buddies. 

      He seemed happy.

IV. His teeth were showing

      more than usual. As he sat

      in the middle of a room with

      the people he thought were his

      friends. Even though they

      were only making amends.

      He was clueless.

V.  His eyes were bloodshot at 

     the sight of someone talking to 

     the girl he vowed his life for. 

     His teeth didn’t show for quite

     sometime. That even I began

     to worry. He was alone.

VI. His face was nearly swollen.

      When his tears fell from

      the inner corner of his 

      dazzling eyes. His head was 

      full of clouds. The thought

      of ending everything occupied

      his small mind. He was lost.

VII. The man sits on the blue

       Picnic table closest to the 

       concession stand. He smiles

       at the messy girl laughing

      from the inside of the lightly

      tinted glass. He is free.