Saturday, February 3, 2018

tucket

in darkened bar
she sits awaiting one 
she hopes
first glance will herald 
with tucket of a full brass band
rereads the same sentence
as eyes dart again to door
watching couple after couple arrive
until single man comes in 
and marches towards the bar 
before greeting group 
down the end 
and her butterflies
on rollercoaster roil within
her heart thunders louder
than atmospheric din
as she wonders when
when
when

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