whoosh --
that was the sound --
that I heard on the ground
as you rocketed past me last night,
on your way to new heights
with your boy of 45;
he's got me by nine years,
plus, he's local --
sounds like a new bus --

but I shouldn't be
bitter and vocal;
so I'll be more mature in my ways,
and I'll be bitter
on alternate days;
on the evens,
I'll be vocal.

January 14, 2009, for She Who Is Now History.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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