Had you not stopped,
tilted your head quizzically,
removed your sunglasses,
would I have noticed the beauty of that piece of public art,
the one in the shape of a woman,
all wires so that you can see right through her?
I never looked at you more closely
than in that moment,
wondering if I had been
looking right through you all this time,
seeing only a shell.
The statue,
beautiful,
but empty inside.
Side by side,
my eyes opened to the contrast.
I finally saw your inner beauty radiate,
and each time I’ve looked at you since,
I’ve wondered at the mystery of your loveliness.