Blind Date

by Marti Grimes

I met my blind date

at the Union Grill

where wooden booths were

high-backed  and secluded.

We placed our cups of coffee

and our hopes

upon a chiseled table–

I added cream,

one sugar cube,

another still…

and stirring like mad,

I clung to my spoon

for dear life,

while silence rose

like steam.