Almond

Almond eyes
Look back at me
She is selling leather
Goods on the edge of
A market in Manaus in
The Amazon on a sunny
Day her gaze stops me in
My tracks her almond eyes
Too beautiful not to notice
So I ask her in my terribly
Bad Portuguese which is
Just Spanish with a lot
Of Bon Dias to me if a
Belt is for sale here a
Request I know to be
True as a rack of
Belts is next to
Her and she
Looks me
Up and
Down
Then hands
Me a black leather
Belt which fits perfectly
And at 72 I thank fate
I am safe from the
Foolish dreams
Of youth but
Fate laughs
And shows
Me in the
Next few
Years
There is
No fool like
An old fool a
Lesson I file away.