third date Settling affairs of the heart, is an art probably not for the faint-hearted - the rush of conversation drowned by the dinner crowd and the whack of menus hope in small print at a price clinking silverware change dropped on tables by patrons, like hope, departing. I wish I could, too, but it would be rude, though her thoughts along that line at least, are compatible, hand-in-hand time broken by her animated articulations verbal intimacy buried by the band's second set, food for thought starved by the distractions of a well-meaning waiter. Her parking meter and the appetizers expired, we leave, things unsaid, expectations left on the plates they're taking away, table cleared for the next couple arriving. © Jon Bohrn (2006)
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