entered said market seconds later,
and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart,
which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry
loose from a train of chained property.
I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart.
Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her
to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy
noir got fast impression immediately formed,
whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing
Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie
madamoiselle in question totally tubularly
unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback
ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent
to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close. Her (unbeknownst)
attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently
froze me like Eeyore
MaryAnn Sage
Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something,
now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded
two plus decades slavish married male did not realize
his fare maiden perfect form, she a capricorn
(who also shared same January 13th birthday as myself,
though a half dozen years Mycenae senior
hovered in mine immediate proximity,
a mere hello kitty whisker away,
which accompanying cat’s eye soft nose a pet smart appetite
saw me weight tool screwed up
to revere mother of pearl opal mate ideal beau
now ex post facto finds yours truly ruing foregone soul mate to crow
in vain, though I cannot help pining and lamenting where art thou – dow
ting she (MaryAnn Sage, a young whirled, wide webbed childless divorcee,
a couple of years shy of thirty)
ponders whereabouts of this contemplative, furtive
* * * * * * * * * *
I kept turning these precognitive pages....
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.
I kept turning these precognitive pages...
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.