Dues Paid Poem by Ken Peters

my affair with god
has been a dime a dance romance
her presence meted out in silver I could not afford
or afford not to spend
I could catalogue the ‘ho earth
tell you that all my therapy has been chemo
a painted chariot with the meter running
unrequited, not conditional
bible black, fever wracked, and blind
when the wheel turns
you could see the tire tracks down my back
not just friends
we can laugh at the temps past
and count our blessings