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By Shawn R. Jones


Last night

I saw your image

relaxing in the green

suede chair

legs crossed

barefoot shaking

cigarette in right hand

drink in left-no ice

blue jeans-regular fit

dark jaw tightened

brown eyes fixed

and thin lips parted

by smoke escaping

a ghostly kiss.


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  1. Jeffrey says:

    Wow! Great to see that you stick to your poetic roots!

    • shawnrjones says:

      I prefer poetry : ) I wrote this when I was in Vegas at the dance teacher’s conference a couple years ago. It is inspired by Pappy!

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