you miss your friend
rehab patty.
her energy and spunk.
her crazy talk
and chiding.
you miss the roar of
her Harley
as it pulled up
in front of starbucks
for another
vanilla skim latte,
all ninety pounds
of her
blowing in the wind.
you miss her
and wish she hadn't
reconciled with
her marriage,
her children, her
work and her life.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
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