His dark hair would slide across his forehead
as he concentrated on bankrupting me,
my get out of jail card long gone
and half a board away from collecting $200.
Wouldn't survive past Pacific Avenue
let alone Boardwalk unless I got lucky
and landed on Chance.
The little dog was cute; about all I had
going for me... Well, if I'm honest,
I had his smile, his dark eyes,
and two hours of Saturday afternoons.
He'd claim to be the winner,
but I say we tied.
by Margaret Bednar, April 12, 2018
This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - It's all Fun & Games"
and also NaPoWriMo 2018 (30 poems in 30 days)
Dedicated to those Saturdays and my first real crush - Frank P.