Saturday, January 3, 2026

even now By Keith Pearson


she flickers

thru my mind 

a drive-in movie

from 1975.
 

remembering her voice

like an am radio

sweet soul music

glowing in the dark.

 

bare summer skin

warm as cake

water dripping down

like diamonds.

 

everything was borrowed

except what i kept.






keith pearson was born and raised in new hampshire and works at a local high school in the math department.



 

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