Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Lottery - PAD Day 19

The Lottery

We didn’t win.
We were close, yes, but
just not that lucky.
Still, we spent

the entire afternoon
tumbling on to twilight,
spinning into nightfall,
moreover moonrise, just
conversing. Lingered,
bantering over dinner.

Tarried. We two
(contentedly married)
imagined a million ways
to spend and share
those fanciful winnings.
(What fun it would be.)

What fun it was – just one
of those singular evenings,
spent together, doing nothing
really remarkable, and yet,
in the final analysis,

Funny, we
didn’t know  
how lucky we were
we didn’t win.

PSC / 2017-Apr

My offering for Day 19 of Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-a-Day (PAD).
Assignment: a memory poem

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