Wrong-Sized Glass
Sorry, I know it’s the wrong-sized glass
but it is a pretty nice red.
we can crack open this bottle
or go for walk instead.
usually just down to the gulch,
it matters not how far,
or maybe off to the zoo
we can take my old car.
I just want to spend some time
and get to know you better,
even though my stupid old cat
won’t want to meet your setter.
So, I’ll put the merlot up,
since you’ve turned me down.
I really wish for you the best
and hope to see you around town.
the old poet saved the page
and powered off his computer;
tomorrow to try again
imaging the life of a suitor—
heartbreak, in crisp 64 RAM,
meets: “I yam what I yam!”
Posted on March 4, 2015, in Poem and tagged acceptance, computer, dating, disappointment, gulch, heartbreak, Irish setter, love, merlot, poet, Popeye, RAM, red wine, suitor, tom cat, walk, wine glass, writing poetry, zoo. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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