every day she sat at the picnic table
on her break lazily turning
the pages of her magazine
in the balmy heat of summer days, waiting

until he appeared looking across
the pond flashing his slow cajun smile
behind rising spirals of smoke
resting his fine body against the bricks

she envied those bricks that
touched his olive skin gleaming in the sunlight
feeling the weight and warmth of
his body,scruffy beard and flashing brown eyes

a shiver covered her body as she drank
it all in as heady wine and she knew
in her gut and read in his eyes
that the day was coming