Couple at the Next Table
Susan H. Case

He fawns
over her like
she’s a pretty bauble
in the property clerk’s office

lost and
fondled briefly
before categorized
and placed into a drawer if
we did

that drive
I’d want to spread
out in the catbird seat
longer not that I’m a pearl girl
like her

more a
saguaro girl
stocky and slow to grow
flowers yet nurturing my arms

do not thrive when
potted or besotted
he offers her stocks bonds if…I’d

for just
stockings bonbons
she opens her silver
compact—powders     refreshes her
red lips

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