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"At the Table"
by Jeph Johnson
Every week at the table
I sense her smile
but I fear she's smiling
for somebody else.
I've entertained engaging
more eye contact
since our first foray
when she turned her back
But I mustn't fret
and keep playing along,
perhaps misinterpreting
her nonchalance
While the rest just read
the other's words,
her flurry of flattery
calms my nerves
But I've felt similar
enchanting eyes
condemning me
at other times
So I just sit still
in my chair and ponder
all the ways
she might respond
Hoping to face
a different fate,
needing her grace
to alleviate
The frustrations I feel
all the time
over these hours
she still isn't mine.
When do I make
my move when I
am not even sure
if I should try?
