Our
vows two three and rings two three
were
locked in place
and
then two three the house two three
became
a space
to lie
at night, too tired to write
as
time danced on and on
The
fire two three the fire two three
consumed
the house
and
then two three our books two three
were
burned and doused
our
memories were gone two three
as
time went waltzing on
We
moved two three down south two three
to
start once more
a new
two three old town two three
a
bigger store
we boxed
things up, used rental trucks
to get
us marching on
We
sold two three used books two three
we
bought much more
we
worked two three long hours two three
to
shelve and sort
the
books in aisles stretched on for miles
while
years swayed slowly on
A move
two three once more two three
but
now we'll stay
and
try two three to write two three
a book
or play
or
poems, or not, or outline plots
as ink
goes rolling on
Still
we waltz on and on