Coalescence

in Poetry

A decade in as a widower
Marty has a date tonight
after a five-year friendship that
may soon bloom, as a May December

Marty, smartly, has rebuttals at the ready
as he remembers his parents’ admonitions,
bellowed forty or so years ago, Marty…
you are just too young to marry.

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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