She reminded me of Esmerelda Villalobos. Even in dim light, she had haunting pretty eyes. Her voice had such a sexy timbre. It was a Lyft ride from one brewery to another. And we mused on the state of the world and the fundamental decline of civics. I’d catch glimpses of her deep brown Latina eyes in the rear view mirror. It only takes about 8 seconds to fall in love or at least infatuation. I was deeply smitten by her as she maneuvered the vehicle thru Ashville streets and got to Wicked Weed Brewing. Destination now arrived.
Sadly say goodbye
I do a wei on exit
She smiles sweetly
a couple more beers pending
and haunting sweet dreams tonight
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1118732
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