muddy veils

I like to watch
and pick 'em out
the ones I might
could have a beer with
the one's who may enjoy
vespertinal drifting
and the thrill of
a meeting.
It's always more simple
picking between the guys.
Because there's so many
of all those girls.
It's overwhelming,
like drinks at a
wedding.
and they're so elusive
like bride's maids
in Boston.
Perplexed, we wonder
if such encounters
will prove anything,
or explicitly nothing.

Hell, they're all seeking the same gig,
the general assumptions.
And if you can't appreciate
that beauty, you might
as well resign.

We've only got time, and
wonderings, hopes of
acquaintance and possible
acceptance.
But if the moon weren't
so illuminating and bright,
if our ventures weren't
so self-absorbed
it's amazing to imagine
the potential
of such paths,
to ponder every pretty
proportioned face.
We're as lucky as
we imagine and equally
are as lovely as we get.