20.July.21


Rendezvous was set for three.

Table and chairs remain tucked.

He attenuated his guilt by telling her that the stentorian concert he attended the previous eve had left him temp-deaf and that he would be unable to converse.

She accepted the cancellation with relief as school’s scavenger hunt had left her mood foul from chaperones’ beadledom re children responding to each butin with a word-curse.

Lit not by candle, space remains for any we.

From either possibility or destiny both have ducked.

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