she winks across the bar

i see her across

the bar.

she's alone.

she's beautiful

she's everything

i've ever dreamed of

in a woman sitting

in a bar on a tuesday

night.

i think i want to

marry her.

i've fallen in love

over the past

nine minutes since

she arrived

and sat down.

i see no ring on her finger.

she's so delicate and fragile,

a flower

come to bloom.

she looks my way

and winks.

i think, or maybe there is

something in

her eye.

she winks again.

but it's the other

eye this time.

i smile.

she smiles, i think

about making my move

and buying her a drink.

but then

she takes out

a tube of visine

and squirts it in

her eye. then the other,

then a man arrives

who kisses my new love

on the lips.

it's back to the drawing

board

once more.