this is the dinner of our discontent

he sat across
the table in the bistro glow
still holden caulfield
at sixty
stunningly beautiful man
staring at my pearls and eyes
with equivalent wonder
attempting to catch me
save me from
my oblivious teetering
off the cliff of rye
when he realized
i was making a running leap
we went back to our salads

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