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It was an unusually
Cool day in October
For South Carolina

He was drinking
An Oktoberfest pint
Märzen people mispronounced

While reading a novel
That reminded him of her
Choosing this nonsense of him

He had loved every curve of her
For longer than seemed possible
Through far too many angers

And there between sips
Of a beer perfectly amber
He was thinking about her

The best thing he thought
Was how much he liked her
Like these chilling sunsets of fall

Nobody told them they shouldn’t
Stand outside holding hands
Under a cold full moon

Like children hoping someday to be lovers

—P.L. Thomas