Between Welton And California Poem by Benjamin Feliciano
Between Welton And California
Sitting in ink and waiting for her call.
Wondering if she plans to show at all.
Mind focused on the things presently at hand.
I think thirty minutes is all I can stand.
Seven minutes later she showed, covered in tats.
We sat at talked and time moved fast.
When I walked her to her car we shared stories and smoked.
This blind date turned out better than I had hoped...
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