2011 - Day 91

True to his word
He brings fun to me
Riding the black horse
Of imminent stability.
Cowboys in motion,
Girls not yet known to my heart
Around in laughter but serious
A plane of cunning wit.
I try,
Accepted by the masses
They watch inquisitively
Urban white in modern South.
Snatch my purse
Full of paper jewels,
Make it hard
The Grand dance awaits me.