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.