Today in the alley, the wind tossing
paper cups kissed bright red, an ally

twisting to blend and dance among brown leaves,
removed evidence of a lover’s quick tryst –

rushing from one of the tall glass towers,
racing to meet his golden flame,

what a dream come true this must have seemed to him,
her waiting lips painted a shade to entice,

her hair slipping out of its knot, wind blown
beauty pitching his heart among the trash.

5 thoughts on “Tryst

  1. Meghan says:

    Wow! I like this poem of yours, Mary! I enjoyed how the wind played with and participated in the lovers’ tryst. It was the element that kept your poem dancing. 🙂

  2. mincs1 says:

    Thanks, Meghan 🙂

  3. tomasz says:

    I consider him fortunate to get beat up so good…lucky guy.

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