telling stories around the fire station We arrived and, oh man, it was already too late I got there, and there she was, at the table, looking like a dream The house was fully engaged, roof about to cave any minute The light was low, with candles, just the way I asked Robbie got the ladder up anyhow Window seat, too, could tell instantly, her eyes, she was the real deal Hoses running full blast Online dating doesn’t cut it, if you want to know I was thinking, this is a weird one Didn’t take long and we were talking up a storm That’s when I heard the popping Didn’t even notice the food, don’t think she did either Dirk was rushing the door, see if anyone was inside, I told him no way It came down to liking the same things, you know, besides the obvious Little mini explosions one after another Play the same video games, listen to some of the same bands, we both pick beer before wine Seen it before, right, bottles, or some kind of stash She's got a job, something, not married to it, though, which I like But this was louder, there were flashes, white hot flashes I walked her home, we took the waterfront Then the roof went, the place blew sky high It was nice, don’t laugh, we held hands Dirk was okay, shaken up, no word though on the cause We had chemistry, that's all, we clicked Meth lab, could be, but I think it was too big, no missing persons, not so far We sat on her porch swing, funny really, like back in high school, her folks waiting inside Anyway, we got out, thank God, hope we don’t see more like it, fingers crossed I think she likes me, I mean, I’m gonna see her again this Friday, her name's Beth
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This makes me smile, the back and forth - tragic alongside the everyday - the rhythm of life.
The undercurrent of the persistence of life within a life. Beautifully accomplished.