I must confess: <br />once I turned fifty, <br />I began talking to <br />television newscasters <br />while watching TV. <br /> <br /> <br />They neither hear me, <br />nor answer me. <br />Those things will come <br />at ages sixty and seventy. <br /> <br /> <br />Sunday mornings at ten, <br />Carole McNeill co-hosts <br />CBC's 'Sun Day'. <br /> <br /> <br />The instant she appears, I'm seventeen again. <br />I would never describe her <br />as beautiful or sexy, or even pretty, <br />though all of these, and more, <br />most certainly apply. <br /> <br /> <br />Winsome, alluring, gorgeous... <br />these suddenly become pejoratives <br />in her presence. <br /> <br /> <br />Am I the victim of animal lust? <br />Possibly. Quite possibly. <br /> <br /> <br />Though my predominant fantasy <br />is that we embrace so tightly <br />on Toronto's Front Street West <br />that we slowly and deliciously <br />become invisible.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corpus-delicti/
