The opportunities which face us/
when we are thus unabraced/
far outweigh/
the tendium of today,/
IF we let them embrace us.

What’s the hurry, you ask?

The hurry
is that
the flurry
of Matt,
Ed, and Bill
emails will fill
your void.
You’ll become annoyed
and disappear,
leaving me here,
wondering
what could have been.

What’s the the rush, you ask?
The rush is seeing that you’ve responded to my communication.
The rush is the banter of two witty, intelligent minds jousting.
The rush is the thought about the opportunity of actually MEETING you and talking with you.
The rush is the antici …
…
pation.

The rush is the sensation of potentially finding an intellectual and stimulating equal.
The rush is finding a woman who doesn’t back down.
The rush is finding a person who is begging to be convinced.
The rush is finding a potential partner who really wants to …
but who doesn’t want to admit that she wants to.

That’s the rush.

Leaning back in his office chair/
he stared,/
out the window, blankly,/
at the empty blue sky there./

Turning his face back/
to his blue screen, where the lack/
of one response/
caused his jaw to slack./

He looked at his lap./
“Crap.”/
Pursed his lips./
Sighed. Visualized where she sat./

Then he realized, if she was any good,/
She’d read and respond as soon as she could.