A
casual encounter
On
an ambiguous
Thursday
afternoon
It
was sometime
Shortly
after lunch
As
the sandwich wrapper
Still
rustled—fresh mustard
Connecting
table to thumb,
For
a chance of vision
There
she flashed,
A
brilliant glimpse behind
The
paned glass
The
waitress returned
But
did not bother
As
it was obvious
I
was not there,
Slowly,
stirring the empty mug
It
was clear
My
thoughts had gone elsewhere.
Tuesday is upon us once again. And you all know what that means? Yep, Open Link Night over at D'Verse. Make sure you stop by for this first OLN of the New Year and read some wonderfully creative poetry and even submit one of your own for others to enjoy. Cheers.
