Poetry

Airbrushed

I was going to try and back-plot this poem but I’m just going to let it fly.

Airbrushed

I don’t have
the pictures,
Patricia

no flash drive
stores that
photo spread

know
the place
by The Green Mill,
Patricia

they have a copy
I’ve held it
and left it
in it’s clear
protective covering

I don’t want
to see you
Patricia…
wearing the smile
that won me

Published by r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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