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Cinco de Mayo
by Jane Blanchard
Set up by friends
The date is blind—
I aim to keep
An open mind.
He picks me up
In his Volvo—
So old it might
Require a tow.
He drives me to
A pizza joint—
But what we eat
Is not the point.
We talk at length
About the past—
What we once had
And left at last.
And then we speak
About what's now—
The lives we lead
And why and how.
When time to leave,
He pays the bill—
We walk outside,
Conversing still.
He drives me home
And sees me in—
Without a kiss
On cheek or chin.
I go to bed
And dream in rhyme—
That his shy lips
Meet mine next time.
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