“Short Time” by Gavin Ewert
February 14, 2007
She juliets him from a window in Soho,
A “business girl” of twenty.
He is a florid businesman of fifty.
(Their business is soon done.)
He, of a bright young man the sensual ghost,
Still (in his mind) the gay seducer,
Takes no account of thinned and greying hair,
The red veins webbing a once-noble nose,
The bushy eyebrows, wrinkles by the ears,
Bad breath, the thickening corpulence,
The faded, bloodshot eye.
This is his dream: that he is still attractive.
She, of a fashionable bosom proud,
A hairstyle changing as the fashions change,
Has still the ageless charm of being young,
Fancies herself and knows that men are mugs.
Her dream: that she has foxed the bloody world.
When two illustions meet, let there not be a third
Of the gentle hypocrite reader prone to think
That he is wiser than these self-deceivers.
Such dreams are common. Readers have them too.