Last Autumn Together


Last Autumn Together

Remember French fries and cokes?

Ketchup plopping out of the bottle,

a sticky mess I wiped

off your bedizened blouse.

October sunshine dazzled the table.

Outside, we laughed.

Inside a wrought iron fence

your tombstone leans.

Dying ferns and leaves

endow funeral draperies.

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11 Comments for “Last Autumn Together”


A simple clear read. They say simple has power and it does here. Probably not a nit but …
Bedizend? Not a word I recognise but then i am from the Uk.

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