Pay the Piper, Let
the Dance Go on.
I woke
this morning and knew I would not die
a pauper,
nor even rich. Somewhere
in
between, depending which day
my check gets
deposited next month.
It’s January.
I still have time to read
about December/May
romance.
An old
story, if true, but not for me.
I married
an October bride I met
in March,
speechless after two years
in Mexico
lights
could dim. Bright at eighty as that
first day
I knew this feeling would not end.
—Donnell
Hunter
30 January 2012
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