I sit
waiting
for it...IT
and HER...
or something else.

I see through
boozy evenings
waiting and watching
for IT and HER
or something else
besides the
cold beer in my mug
friends to the right
laughing and happy
waiting for
IT...HER...something else

Love
will walk
into this bar
(and it will)
maybe
a funny drunk gal.
We will talk,
laugh...
pulling her in
for a low hard hug
her hip bone
against my stomach
her face suddenly
exquisite, sensual.
Her eyes show feelings
until she leaves...
she is
IT HER SOMETHING ELSE
all rolled into
one.
She is
about
thirty minutes of hope
caught within the blink
of my eye.

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