the spiritual man
does the best that he can
He watches
these women
walk
down
the
sidewalk.
they wear short jumpers
with thin silk shorts
and flash their tanned legs
at him.
their curly brown hair
dances in the air
their laugher
has no mercy.
the spiritual man
is tortured by these beauties
He watches them
like an entomologist
staring at their butterfly bodies.
He is the one behind the glass
they are free.
Intellectual Shaman 
I love this post. You challenge men like this to develop the courage to pursue women, and to make male friends to walk and laugh with.
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So glad!
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What an insightful poem. It has open ended meanings… One can view it from the point of the spiritual man however the women also form an aspect of the poem… I am still trying to decipher the meaning of the poem.
Regardless I enjoyed it
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I’m glad that you enjoyed the poem, Writerspace!!!
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