The Very Last Steps

I had admired her

from afar,

so gentle and demure


I gathered my courage,

and my best presentation, made

Boldly advancing, neither threatening,

nor cowering,

the epitome of elegance…


My life, my love

such an elegant congress

of two ideals,

The very last steps, towards her

I made,

measured and true,

failing only in the placement,

of a banana peel, yellow…..


Author: notthedane56

My heathen tendencies are waiting to blossom at the Mid-Summer Evening in Denmark. In a Country that professes to have an overwhelming population of believers in the Christian Faith, I am always reassured by their pagan ways, at least one night per year. I won't be throwing myself on the bonfire, but I plan on being warmed by the thoughts of the fun-loving Danes, burning witches at the stake, while singing songs and drinking beer!

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