First Date
Sunrise
I rise.
Today
THE day.
First date
My wait.
Nerves tense
Lose sense.
Mind swims
On dreams.
I search
Rose bunch.
Florist
Shows list.
Red rose
I choose.
Sunset
I’m set.
She comes
Breeze hums.
Says Hi
Pitch high.
Sound wafts
My heart.
Flower
Charms her.
Fingers fold
She holds.
Thorn pricks
She shrieks.
Rose wilts
Date splits.
October 31, 2017.
For Brian Strand's Contest All Yours (Mar 23)
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