(001) Smitten: Hurry, Go! (Sonnet) - Poem by Leeanndra O'Lear
Flirtation in Penn Station is a bitch.
It’s go, go, go - ditch subtlety and tact.
My plan must spring to life without a hitch;
The holidays are coming....time to act.
I hurry from the Path Train. He is there:
the cuddly cop on whom I have a crush.
My six-foot-something, transit-shielding bear -
Sweet calm amidst the early morning rush.
Commuters swarm. I make my move. “Hello! ”
He blushes. “Nice to see you - how’ve you been?
Oh, by the way, “ he adds, “my name is Joe.”
The door swings open wide. He winks. I grin.
In seconds - poof! - the future is the past.
Don’t dawdle, girls; the husky ones go fast.
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