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What is it
About two-toned hair
That takes my breath away?
Sometimes it's the hair,
Sometimes the carriage,
Sometimes the body.
Sometimes it's the smile.
Mostly it's the eyes.
His gaze:
Never abruptly shifting focus.
Never turning inward.
It is the gaze of one
Untroubled by sudden events,
Or accumulated cares.
His gaze drifts
From event to event
Person to person.
What he fixes upon
Gets his undivided attention.
A clear indication
He has deep reserves of energy
And he's not afraid
To draw on them.
The power to change the world,
To change your mind,
Or to create the perfect moment.
I want a piece of that!

3 September 2001

by Bill Cattey