Poem #5 – The Prom

Blue corduroy suit
A dish of fruit
Across the table
Sat she, above his station

A crimson gown
A plate of cheese
Across the table
Sat he, last minute bastion

A motley pair
A nervous meal
And older brother outside
They sat, few words, smiles and chat

Friends since birth
A world of memories
One last night
They paid, they left, time a gnat

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