Summer Evening

Image courtesy of Magpie Tales/'Summer Evening' by Edward Hopper, 1947

At a Summer Evening’s End

Why did dates often have to end like this,

with him tongue-tied and me shy? Who knows why?

Still, I wondered…would it end with some bliss

or would he just smile awkwardly?  Big sigh.

No.  This time, I wanted…something…a rush…

more than a peck or a clumsy goodbye.

I felt myself blush – so obvious:  Crush.

I wasn’t ready to bid him goodbye.

Well, at least, not yet.  So I kissed the guy.

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Notes:  The form is Novelinee.  

When I looked at this Hopper painting, I could [almost] hear the Gershwin song, Summertime, playing in my head.  I thought about it for a bit - and in a case of misconstrued lyrics, I changed the words from "Summertime, and the livin' is easy..." to "Summertime and the lovin' is easy.."  Shortly after that, I realized my error, but the idea for this poem was born.