31-Degree Pseudo Date
It was cold that morning
When I picked you up
And I first saw you
Dressed for cold weather
When you stepped
Onto the porch
Locking up as
I watched and thought
My ribcage opened up
And relieved the tension
My jeep idling in
The driveway
Freezing with cold
When you open the door
The wasps have cold stingers
And number in the thousands
Smile on your face
Saying “hello”
Ready to go
To the diner
To sit and have
A pair of BLTs
With some soda
Before noon
Where we talked
About everything
Day and night
For only an hour
Coming outside
In the daylight again
The same clouds floated
Grey as war saws
Like Poland’s days
When they stay and hang
There as we walked out
Of the diner
It wasn’t day
But it was grey
Consume Reality! 