So they don’t look like ones, you taught me, that
will bring us back to all the music in Madison held in you,
the highest jumper in the record store record holder, rocking out
to the Rolling Stones, you boosted sales, crazy girl with your hilarious antics.
I loved it, exuberant nights with you, you singing, blazing around the store,
the accents, labeling yourself a living muppet, your hair flying everywhere,
soaring through the galaxy, and every day I looked the other way, hard to do,
I tell you true, young lady, because we know you can’t do things like that –
although I know your mother liked me, always cared how I was doing,
oh boy, if she only knew, which anyhow gave me some kind of satisfaction,
even if I couldn’t get it the way I hoped, unlucky, the way I burned,
all those letters, all that passion behind your pen, all that time
put into us, the all of the all of us, I’m still holding onto it,
lady, remembering everything, I do.
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Aloha #WriterFriday, I hope you are well and ready for the weekend. Today’s #WritingPrompt is
luck
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )
