Marvin Lurie

It’s Just Lunch

The woman in the last booth
just glanced at me.
I could see youthful beauty in the bones of her face
and a hint of interest.
If I were young and she were young,
I'd get up, walk over and say,
"Hi. Do you think we could get to know each other?"
Something I never said when I was young.
We'd talk for a while.
She'd be funny and smart.
We'd walk down to the shore,
touch casually to feel the possibilities.
Maybe we would find something in each other,
maybe not. The waitress brings my sandwich.
I eat it, drink my coffee,
watch the woman pay her bill and leave.

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