Hi-ho, and away


A lesson learned, with bridges burning due
To circumstances out of my control.
I’d said my piece, and I was sure you knew
The deal, but then an unexpected roll

Of dice came into play, as I’ve discovered.
Who was that lone masked stranger, anyway?
You know — the friendly guy whose shadow hovered
Above you at the dance last Saturday.

I didn’t catch his name, but saw him pass
A piece of paper with some numbers he
Had written down. Although I come off crass
For asking, why’d you let him squeeze your knee?

His silver bullets are a poor excuse
For turning your hair-trigger passion loose.

The Meeting Blessed