Oct/Nov 2014 Poetry |
Artwork by Susan Klebanoff
Number 4
Since high school
my wife's best friend and I
have had an unwritten agreement
if we're both single at 70
we'll marry each otherWhen her new boyfriend
who showed up
after her third husband died
overheard me reminding her
of our marriage-pact he growled
poked his chest and said
if anyone's gonna marry Linda
it's gonna be meOK so he'll become her fourth
that's fine with me we only had
a friendly teenage pact
but I'm not so sure
it'll be fine with Linda
she doesn't go in all that much
for growling and poking