From Vice Versa Magazine, published by Lisa Ben.
I saw you, stroling down the street together.
“Two girls out shopping,” smug Convention said.
Convention is at times so unobserving,
Convention overlooked the carefree tred
Of steps aimed toward pursuit of happiness
Rather than mundane errands; did not spy
The intertwining of slim, gentle fingers,
The furtive glances, half bold, yet half shy.
Your touseled, unbound tresses intermingled
As you both bent close, apparently to stare
At dresses in the windows. (Those same windows
Reflected two ecstatic faces there!)
No, Convention did not see, she would have frowned.
But I saw, and my heart was deeply moved
As I recalled my days of gay romancing.
I smiled and wished you well, for I approved.