The Blind Date

A last date, disguised…

She dolled up. He dressed her down.

An ant, under skies…

Broccoli ‘tween teeth,

He wrestles with her conscience.

And strong-arms her gaze.

Ants at the table…

Under heel, he’ll never be.

Under thumb, she’ll sink.

A breeze flaunts itself,

Air binds the frosty couple

Shrouded by the bill.

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