Three Young Women

three young women
summer dressed
short shorts, skirts
aimed to impress

each a vision
each a dream
sweet as honey
so it seemed

in the morning
as I sipped
hot black coffee
warming lips

contemplating
all the strange
momentary
things that change

we all age
we all grow old
then we die
or so we're told

yet there's another
way to see
leaving bodies
makes us free

to return
to come back
to be reborn
with karma packed

in our habits
the way we view
all that happens
all that's new

short shorts, skirts
and summer dress
sweet young women
do impress

me contemplating
all the strange
momentary
things that change