From the window of the Moon Tree,
the marina is desolate—
a glum fairy tale with a solitary gull
poised to flee.
A police boat and whale watching
tour arrives, more guests
than would be expected today.
We sample tapas,
eavesdrop on a first date.
He’s an author,
says if it’s real, then it must be
the same for everyone.
She doesn’t say much,
laughs politely here and there.
You start mouthing to the sounds
of a synthpop tune, and it’s too funny.
I laugh for several uncontrollable minutes.
Later, I tell you
the whale cruise
offered me a job once.
You ask why I turned it down,
and say we should
pretend like it’s our first date
the next time we go out, just for fun.
Except, of course, the polite laughing.
© 2017 Jennifer Wagner