The Couple at Table Four By Trish Saunders

would like two red wines, 

nothing too pricey,  

I’d run their Visa first,  

something looks off, 

they don’t seem married, 

too scared, definitely

not a Tinder date

at their age, maybe

they hooked up 

on a cruise, or met cute 

as the kids say, 

or tried to re-flicker 

some old romance. 

Or, something like that.    

Trish Saunders writes poems and short fiction from Seattle, formerly Honolulu. Her poems have appeared in Chiron Review, Book of Matches, Right Hand Pointing, The Rye Whiskey Review, among other places.