Ralp Lauren dress shirt,
Khakis, and a matching tie,
Lounging in a fresh-white, wooden lawn chair,
The all-american, tan, chisled man
With the crew cut faces me -
Eyes hidden in shadow,
Never smiling, never blinking.
He doesn't say a word.
He doesn't pay any notice
To the perfect green lawn and
Well-sculpted shrubbery behind him.
He just looks perfect all day long.