Star crossed short poem

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They always met at that restaurant you never saw full
more waitresses than customers despite the good location
the savory smell that reminded you of late fall lunch
some kind of fry-up all the aunts and cousins threw together
while the men were down the beach with their chainsaws
turning driftlogs into rounds to be dried then split for winter.
you worked with both of them, knew a bit about their passions
never suspected the appetite they shared for each other –
both long married to other people, not young, intelligent,
willing to risk their security on a few minutes together,
long touches in passing, snogging under the stairs, whatever
they got up to when a miracle night or weekend would
come round, wheel of fortune clacking to their conjoined
symbol, and they could play at being happy with each other
rather than miserable apart and who would have known
except for them witnessing an accident – hiding under the eaves
faces turned for a moment into the rain and streetlights
right when a taxi clipped a bicycle before speeding away –
they saw to the rider then saw justice done for him as their own
was thrown away – what a last kiss it must have been, you think
Romeo and Juliet bowing to convention and suffering forever

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Destiny’s play brought out so well, realistically presented!