HisWalk

I noticed his walk.

So free and confident.

So secure.  So blithe.

Baffled and breathless, I

gazed at his walk. I

examined his walk. I

was entranced by his walk. I

was jealous of walk.

Soon those give way to

outrage, bitterness, self-pity.

And the cold fact that I

can never have his walk.