Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception, Meets a Youn
Posted: 10 May 2018, 22:18
v3:
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
as young men display their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
He tries to blend in,
as if standing at the rail
of a cruise ship. He gazes
into the distance as if seeing
the expanse of the Atlantic
for the first time.
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, swing around
slowly, sleek
and as striking as any sailboat
during Race Week.
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized
v2:
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
young men displaying their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
Is he trying to blend in,
as if standing at the rail
of a cruise ship? He gazes
into the distance as if seeing
the expanse of the Atlantic
for the first time.
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, swinging around
slowly, sleek
and as striking as any sailboat
during Race Week.
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized
v1:
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
young men displaying their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
Is he trying to blend in,
like a chameleon,
one moment part of a branch's lichen,
the next part of its burgeoning
red blooms?
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, look around, beautiful
but pensive, like a kingfisher
pondering a river from its branch...
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
as young men display their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
He tries to blend in,
as if standing at the rail
of a cruise ship. He gazes
into the distance as if seeing
the expanse of the Atlantic
for the first time.
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, swing around
slowly, sleek
and as striking as any sailboat
during Race Week.
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized
v2:
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
young men displaying their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
Is he trying to blend in,
as if standing at the rail
of a cruise ship? He gazes
into the distance as if seeing
the expanse of the Atlantic
for the first time.
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, swinging around
slowly, sleek
and as striking as any sailboat
during Race Week.
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized
v1:
Ashlyn, Attending a Friend’s Wedding Reception,
Meets a Young Man She Will Marry
Ashlyn, you sit on the sofa,
young men displaying their wit
like gymnasts showing off
their tumbling routines,
each twist and landing
well rehearsed.
You smile, like they are merely
unruly children, and turn away.
From the corner of your eye
you see someone new,
a young man lost in his thoughts.
Is he trying to blend in,
like a chameleon,
one moment part of a branch's lichen,
the next part of its burgeoning
red blooms?
He conceals any interest in you even
as you brush past
on the way to an aperitif table.
You pause, look around, beautiful
but pensive, like a kingfisher
pondering a river from its branch...
Maybe if he doesn’t notice you
you will introduce yourself. "Oh,"
you’ll say, “Excuse me,
I didn’t see you…”
as you sit down in a folding chair
next to him, as casually
as if it was the only seat
available,
the future as always
hanging in the air,
like a tossed bridal bouquet,
waiting to be seized