Looking at an old photo.
You were young and sexy.
Seated in an Adirondack chair,
Legs crossed,
A cigarette in your left hand.
A half smile on your face
reflects in your
soft blue eyes.
I remember how close we were
before we became estranged.
We had so much to talk about
and would now if you were here.
November 2019
poems for friends 
Thank you Harry. Your messages inspire human contact…
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This is a beauty. A story/poem that leaves us with many questions, the best kind!
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This is nice too.
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