Connie Bensley


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It was a bolt from the blue, she said.

You mean it was love at first sight? I asked.

But no, she meant that they ran past the same tree

in a storm and were flung to the ground

side by side — an introduction of almost

Biblical significance. Of course he helped her up

and took her to the clubhouse

and that was how it started,

But now, she complained, the electricity’s off

and we’re left lying down in the dark.