Wednesday, September 21, 2022

Afterward . . .


Twas one night after season, when all through the condo,
Not a creature was dancing, not even the quando.
The spiderwebs hung from the decking with care
When the foot traffic ebbed and the tourists weren't there.
The children all visited when the weather was warm.
They'll come back in the winter if their schedules conform.
And mamma in bermudas and I in gym shorts,
Settled down for a movie and after-dinner snort,
When outside, in back, something whipped on the screen,
I uncrossed my legs to take in the strange scene.
(to be continued)





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