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