Blind date | Poetry
Published 1:30 am Wednesday, February 13, 2019
by Colleen James
The small talk
Grew ever smaller
Even after pouring the wine
How can I end this politely
But nothing came to mind
Wait …
Did I just hear the word DOG?
Reassessment
Seemed in order
I held forth my glass
As I mused
Perhaps there’s hope
After all …
