Us at Eighty-plus

Chalky red lipstick

Bad plaid shirt

Aqua Net gal

Pocket protecter guy

Too much sun

Too much shine

Wrinkles deep like river gorges

Muscle-bound souls

Aluminum all around

Elvis on the AM radio

We danced dammit

We danced

photo booth

I can’t make the plaid
Take its leave of my mind’s eye
Regardless, I’ll try

Too enthralled my soul

looking deep into plaid eyes.

Next, the blessed ink.

Your lines intersect
Just fine The perfect balance
Of color and smooth

I must watch you dance
At right angles Clean and neat
Shameless Sexy Square

My pen rests a bit
I find jade-green grass, plaid skies
And triple-dog dares

Plaid felt soft then hard
Convergent then divergent
It felt near then far