He stared up into my eyes with a look
I can almost see now.
H had that look in his eyes
that bore right into mine.
I could sense that he knew I was
envious of what he was doing—; and knew that I’d
always wish I had known at the time
what he was doing was something I ‘d always
crave in later life, just as he did.
He was enjoying what he was doing.
The look was one of pure rapture.
He was gloating. He knew.
I still remember his look.
Frank Bidart
