with a tentative smile he reached
across the gritty barroom high top
over the dark wood marred by
a thousand spilled stories and beers
and the board games stacked beside
continue in their pile to reside
as ignored and unnecessary
while instead searching fingers
found her own and intertwined
and within her smile returned
a yeasty hope roared and rose
that maybe here he'd find
a kiss and kismet, for once, aligned
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