Spencer Ryan The 2River View, 6.3 (Spring 2002)


Tomorrow I will meet someone I don’t know.
Just yesterday,
while I was trying to figure out which grapes
have pits and which don’t,
I caught someone’s eye.
She smiled. I smiled.
We could have been friends.
We could have shopped from the same grocery cart.
Today, I wonder
what kept me from asking:
Is it the purple or the white?

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