Straight out of a poem I’d written before

We’d met
at the
market
but
I’d seen her
earlier
at the coffee shop
across the
street from the pub
I was drinking
at.

I’d noticed
her
then
with her
blue top,
white dress
and deliciously
thick thighs.

When I saw her
on the
sidewalk
perusing
the fruit
later
that
day,

I knew
i had
to
talk
to her,
even if
it
was only
for a
minute.

That
minute
turned
into
a
lively
nine
hour
conversation
that
culminated
with
us
dancing
to
Harvest
Moon

in her candlelit
kitchen
with her
peace incense
burning
and her
bangs
rubbing
lightly
against
my forehead.

Sitting on her
deck

in her new
apartment

underneath the
fresh
Toronto
sky
my first
day back
three
years
later,

brought
to mind
how
I’d picked up my
last old lady
in a weirdly
similar
fashion,

and I saw that
it was possible
to still
meet
intelligent
thoughtful
fun,
and best
of all
pretty
young ladies
who’d find me

gregarious,
engaging,
charming
and funny.

It was nice to know
I still had it.

Edward Austin Robertson