As is your sway

She sat swiping across the screen,
I stood behind, I think unseen.

Fashions flickered before her eyes,
no thing her peerage would despise.

Saw her off to catch her train . . .
hurtful to judge her un-arraigned.

I could wisely wax profound
that she was shallow unbound.

We just give seconds to know
one's unique whole self then go.

Most her moments are unseen,
never swiped on our mind's screen.

Oh, the impotent didact:
Ne'er a subject enacts our tack.

Imperfect is all our lot;
wise words out and there they rot.

Live and let live mantra be.
Yes that girl--she's . . . eye candy.

Just a blip along life's way,
enjoy or not as is your sway.

Hurt none now, they come and go . . .
loud and silent deeds we sow.