After 50 years Wilma
at her class reunion thinks
Waldo’s changed with age
that he’s nice now, not
the snake she wed
right after high school
and quietly divorced.
Both are widowed now
and Wilma looks lovely.
Tonight she has Waldo
swaying to the rhythm
of her voice but Wilma
needs to know a cobra
coiled in its basket can
wait to nip its charmer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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