Monday, October 13

Wish you were here

by Pat Tiger

I sit decked in stripes – yellow, blue, green;
a radio plays Elton’s Healng Hands.
Unscrewing the flask I think about
how you always asked me to do this.
I do it automatically now – remembering
that your sandwiches were the best
and the serviette you always included
made things so fine …

Pat Tiger writes short stories and poetry.

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