Pretty Things

We were acquainted.
Briefly.
He liked to smile, I think.

He proffered a guitar
like it was a new toy:
“Have a go?”

I didn’t.
(Should have practiced
those fucking scales.)

So we went out
for Vietnamese
and smiles.

Fascination moves
pretty things
if we can sparkle.

He liked to smile,
I think,
like it was a new toy.
swirl initials

BowieSmile

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One thought on “Pretty Things

  1. Whoops, iPhone misfire. Such a sweet memory. Bowie was a singular, unique force that even those jaded by celebrity would be giddy meeting him.

    Be well, Be-bop-a-lu-la

    Alan

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