Dead Friend Haunts Man with Mismatched Flip-Flops
by R. W. Haynes
She sculpted a Medusa.
She said, “It looks like me.”
She cast a small bronze demon
Dancing happily.
The paintings I remember,
Seen in those college days,
Are just the ones she painted.
For when old memory plays.
And when she sang in concert,
I hovered overhead,
Forever blowing bubbles
Wherever her music led.
And then I went to México
To watch the dancers spin,
And then returned when years had passed,
And here she is again.