Is It Ever Going to Be Real

Is It Ever Going to Be Real

He ran
to the light
on the corner
near her house
to meet her

there
and start
the beginning
of all
that could be.

She
flatly
leaned
on the side
of the mailbox

where she
had routed
him,
though
when he

got there
he found
her poster,
life-sized
but not living.

This
was
the 4th time
she had
tricked him,

but now
she was serious,
yet he looked
wolf cry
and stumbled belief.

"What's the matter,"
she saw
in him,
"Don't you
believe me?"

If trust
led to belief,
drawn
from looks
that look away,

then
trust
bled belief
and
her asking

only spun
a tin foil hat
of doubt
and
lost surprises.