Window Shopping Poem by William McGehee

As we walked by there late at night
Down past the window’s pale light
From moving on she stopped to stare
At a black dress displayed in there.

She smiled wide and squeezed my hand
She planted on my cheek a kiss,
Imagining how bright and grand
T’would be to wear a dress like this

We’d stopped to look inside before
The windows of the other stores
But at this one here we stayed awhile
We stood to stare, and wish, and smile.