It's Still Life

Back Then …

A night out for me
was sitting on that battered
wooden bench,

the one dedicated to Mrs Bruce Allen,
up on the bluff overlooking the bay,

and I’d whisper wishes
on falling stars, and tuck myself
under your arm when I shivered
from the evening chill,

but you only wanted to argue –
‘Mondale should’ve won the election.’

And just then another star fell…
I made a wish that you’d just
accept that you voted for a loser.

This is fictional. Written RDP “argument”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.