Early Missteps
On that last unsuccessful date
he had entered a hotel
through its revolving doors…
missing the right turn, the precise gap
in which to step forward,
he staggered rearwards onto the back glass,
then bounced, like a jack rabbit
into the foyer.
She, of course, coolly witnessed
this untimely comic entrance.
When he sheepishly handed her
the crushed and bedraggled roses,
he knew that he was definitely not
getting laid that night
and possible ever.
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