He stared up into my eyes with a look
I can almost see now.
He 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)
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