I do not wonder which figure

They see first. “I am a summer kid,

What about you?” “Autumn.”

Suddenly I sound melancholic.

“Excuse me, are we talking about the same thing?”


But I am not, his eyes waiting

For more, smiling as if at his

Seductress. “Well, b-bye!” I stutter

(which I normally don’t.)

Felt an unspoken question

Overshadowing a male not in his prime

That would have liked to hear

Something else from a female not in her prime,

Walking away in a mist of indefinable,

Maybe mutual hopes. “Maybe?”

I ask my dog twice, the second time less agog.


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