Ate dinner
Got dressed
Combed my hair – still a mess
Then off to Miss Simpson’s pretzel party
To do nothing ‘cept
Talk over high school
Munch pretzels
Drink cola with some fellow nerds

Got there
Good
Safe and sound
Knocked at the door
Until some girl came around
Hi there – your name please?
Sure – we’re expecting you
Come on in
You should have seen her dress
It was really a sin

But I didn’t mind

Sat down
Smiled
At some friends
Sitting across from me
When all I wanted to do
Was see that girl again
Put my ears on the coffee table
Head on a cloud
Watched the conversation
From outside

Woke up
A minute later from my daydream
Just in time
To see her smile
Looked as though
She had been on the same cloud
But a shorter while

And I didn’t mind

Aren’t you the one
Who met me at the door?
Nodding her head
She grinned
The pop – would you like some more?
Yeah sure
Thanks a lot
And your name please?

After an hour of eyes
and conversation
We were friends
So much for the party
Pretzels and all
I asked her if she’d like to make a
B-line for the door

She didn’t mind

© 1974
© Inputted and revised © 2017

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07/30/2017

Author's Note: Experimentation with Poetic License. The party, and girl in the poem, real, my leaving with her, fiction.

Posted on 07/30/2017
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