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.