"Let's be in touch!" she said, after we spent
what I thought was a pleasant couple hours
together, walking the Stanford Dish trail
on a glorious day, the sun shining.

We marveled at a coyote leaping
across a field so lush and green from all
the recent downpours, we talked affably,
we reminisced - and at the end, we hugged.

I knew going into our date the odds
were not in my favor. It seemed almost
a miracle she replied to my note
in the first place - a friendly inquiry 
from someone she'd never met. Should I be 
           surprised I didn't hear from her again?