The Unclaimed Ticket

Posted: April 11, 2013 in Random Poetry
Rain outside
              Laughter within
Wine   Beer   Cold metal chairs
              The scent of popcorn
She left the yellow ticket in the hands of the grey haired lady    At the table
              the door
No one could miss it  Tucked inside the magenta envelope  ROGER scrawled from one side to the other in
splotchy lime green ink     Looking more like Wingdings than Times New Roman

The music starts
    Guitar                         Bass
She looks over her shoulder     No Roger
She looks over her shoulder
Rain outside
        Hot inside      Rumpled sheets
                           The next envelope will read
  1. Laurel Leigh says:

    Hi Lish! Your blog is looking good!


  2. That reminds me of a note a friend sent: Men are like a fine wine… They start out as grapes, and it’s up to women to stomp the s*&t out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.


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