At A Table For Two

Past the first few whiffs

Of perfume

She smelled as though

She’d slept in an

Ashtray,

Before she padded

Her make-up on

She was rather

Quite pretty,

It was a pity

Watching her wait

For her date,

At the twelfth hour

She asked,

Do I look like

A fast food girl

As she read out a text

Meet me at McDonald’s.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

7:42 AM January26, 2016

This, That And Other Things

In the introspection

And reflection

That happens

At the beginning of the year,

The time when you realize

That it’s not wise

To live in the past

Or in the future,

But your mind does wander

Into this, that and other things

Where it hums and dances to

The invisible “What If” band.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “This, That And Other Things” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

9:59 AM January 6, 2016