Blind date | Poetry

  • Wed Feb 13th, 2019 4:08pm
  • Life

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?


Seemed in order

I held forth my glass

As I mused

Perhaps there’s hope

After all …