Only
Jim would not listen
how I loved the room spinning,
and I so much wanted him to know
how his work feeds my illiterate soul.
Garry would get irritated by the traffic
and driver's poor skills,
while I was absorbing his light in awe,
not believing I was so close to the stars
in a broad daylight.
In my Elvis shirt...
That I put on when I woke up.
Copyright © Danka Sikorska | Year Posted 2023
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