Wanna play ping-pong? Sept. 21, 2024

Gary Hunter
Sep 20, 2024
1 min read

an intriguing text from a

70 something widow to a

72-year-old gay guy

she’s a new friend I planted a

mango for who also writes stories

lives alone in a big house with a pool

and tennis court and though childless

was a child psychologist in her day

Ah sure sometime we could try it

I’m afraid my answer hedged towards

the caution light of uncommitted yellow

now I’m thinking it could be a date

of more than chit-chat giggles

and ball chasing

that maybe our words

could become a stream to follow

a waterfall to watch

a beverage I’ve never had before

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