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November 1968: The Hunted 

Got divorced couple years ago, second time
At first, I mirror myself as a low-life loser

Jack without Jill, McGee without Molly
Ossie without Harriot, Adam absent Eve 

No fourth finger, gold band of respectability
Instead wagging digits of family and friends

Then discover a stimulating, singles society
Connect at cocktail lounges and corner bars

dating services, social clubs, work cafeterias 
commuting club cars, once at a church social

Mindlessly, I transform into a blissful bachelor 
‘til a Swedish mermaid magically materializes 

Attend a Singles, Saturday eve swim fest. Stand
in shoulder deep water, arms rest on side of pool

Envision my later-this-evening date with Debbie
a waitress, Embers Dinner Club; off at midnight

Suddenly, a splash surges up from the surface 
Engaging eyes and a sparkling smile follow

A melodic voice sings out of a beautiful face, 
body, “Hi, my name’s JoAnne, what’s yours?” 

I stutter, stumble, finally mumble, “Uh, ah, Joe.”
Captivating conversation tightens a growing knot 

A troubling thought thunders through my mind
“It is already too late.  This one will do you in”

In three months, JoAnne re-arranges my world
I vacate my bachelor pad, move into her house

Say good-bye to Myrtle, Julie, Cindy, Debbie
Say hello to Jo’s folks: Alice, stepfather Nolan

Marry short time thereafter in their Swiss chalet
Introduce Jo to my folks during our honeymoon

Meet endless number of new Swedish relatives:
Norman, Sigurd, Don, Jim, Dorothy, Ruth, Violet

Stop wearing same smelly shirt around house
Go back to church.  Take up tennis and skiing

Change jobs from Motorola, a manufacturer 
to Deloitte, bigtime professional services firm

Spend entire summer scraping, painting 
JoAnne’s weathered, all-wooden house

Wonder with each scrape, stroke from a 
perilous ladder position; what happened 

Stunned by my supersonic-speed surrender
Today, fifty years later, my head still spins
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