One Time

There was one time —

at the cafe, a booth
in the back, after a couple
of drinks —

when she let herself go,
allowed passion to
overtake reason.

She wore a black dress
with white polka-dots.

There was another time…
but it is not so clear.



For the image prompt at The Mag.


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

5 responses to “One Time

  1. Helen Dehner

    Your poem brings back a few memories of my own .. a few booths. Very nice.

  2. I like this. Especially the ending.


  3. We all have those moments! One time or another! Lovely poem, and mysterious ending!

  4. Nice description! Sounds similar to a cafe I used to frequent from my youth called Moscardini’s! It was where I was often wooed!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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