holding red flowers in my hands
memorial day is like forever
and a day ago
flipping through pages
and talking to myself
thinking about taking a drive
out in the country like we used to do
stopping for a slice of pizza
and pint of beer where
highways 1 & 66 intersect
you were always ready to go
whether rain or shine
even on the worst of days
you would say ‘let’s saddle up’
and off we went as if
both of us temporarily hadn’t
a care in the world
fm radio pumping out old rock
your voice forever in my ear
july two thousand twenty
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Very nice poem
Thanks so much, Wanda.
You’re welcome
Pleasure to read your poems .
Thank you very much, Jyoti.
You Welcome.