Inspired by a photograph, with an allusion to a poem from five years ago…

Abandoned
like punches thrown
but never landed

Discarded
like the old lunch counters
of 1950s America

Polka dotted
like the skirt she wore
that twirled as she danced

Resurrected
like the past
I have to hold onto

Struck
like the peppermint milkshake
she reminded me of

(5 November 2018)

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