(ante)

ANTE

I wake up
telling you of
last night’s
dreams.
And asking
if you recall
the first morning
of spring when
you were in
school, and
went over to
your friend’s
house wearing
clean white tennies.
You don’t.

So then I up
the ante, and ask
if you recall
the time I wore
the red & white
one-piece
that tied behind
the neck,
with the peddle-pusher
length pants,
and we swung
on the swings
at the park.
You say yes,
but, of course,
we both know
it’s a lie.
And admit
it to each
other,
or was it
only me,
as it usually
is.

3/8/99