the dentist

he has a nice smile
we gaze at each other.
I look into his eyes, he looks inside my mouth.
I would not want to be a dentist.
Tonight, I note that the pile of papers has not diminished,
that the laundry lingers on the floor upstairs,
that the fall leaves still cover the new growth
that the weekend I had planned to attend to all these things
is over.
I had fun instead riding my new bike,
speaking French while drinking coffee at a neighborhood cafe,
lunching out, dining with friends,
drinking too much
and enjoying it.
tomorrow I see the dentist
I must get to bed
the appointment is way too early
what was I thinking.