by Jerry Ratch
On the mantelpiece
suddenly there it is
the picture taken of him
in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
Holding a small cheroot
in his hand
with his palm upward
His head turned in profile
looking at her as if to say:
“Is this cool or what?”
The hair well over his
ear and collar
Elvis Presley sideburns
At the height of his power
enjoying life after
closing a deal
on an empty building
somewhere
There is something
about the way he's
holding that cheroot
between his thumb
middle and ring fingers
with his palm held upward —
relaxed beyond reason
outside a loud cantina
casting shadows in the warm
brightly-lit Mexican night
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my brother, the way he was.
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Enjoyed this piece, Jerry. I like the scarcity of punctuation here. Good form.
Thank you, Sam!
Jerry, this piece is very good. Thick yet quick. And it brings me back to my honeymoon. I'll fav it.
Thanks, Matt!
Lovely, and it's fun to read.