Love Poem: Flash
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Written by: Joe Flambo

Flash

I thought I saw Judy Jo just now. 
There was a commotion, someone shouted out, then the sound of a fist meeting face and a thud. 
She came walking out from the back where the pool table was being bled on by some hapless fool, 
Her hair flowing with Medusa-like curls, gleaming with sweat in her tank top with that wiley grin of hers. 
Ha! Nobody messed with Jo without her permission. 

It wasn’t her though. She’s been gone for all these years. 
But thank you, feisty chick in the tank top for bringing that back for me. 
An old man needs those moments every once in awhile.