Poetry

Poem: Dance Cards Punched

By: JD DeHart

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The simple human sway
of path leading to path,
we went our separate ways,
only to be reunited briefly
years later, thanks to digital
tracks.

You were still an atheist,
person of few words, and we
reminisced briefly. How could
I get married and not invite you?

Forget the excuses about
no lines, we live in a web.
Spinning, we go through the days,
getting our dance cards punched
in the way we please.

Making sense of what
makes little sense at all.

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