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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.

Copyright © Eric Ashford

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