November 11, 2007

Working on it

She took the exit
long after the car keys disappeared.
She took her mischievous winks
and I think the ice cream is melting
but it doesn't matter.

She took those formal dinners--
china, crystal, polished impeccable silverware,
all in the appropriate line--
and I think the ice cream is melting
but it doesn't matter.
It was time to go, and the hostess is gone.

Posted by mike at November 11, 2007 07:16 PM
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