Blog Posts, Marvel Movies, Poem, Prose

Quicksilver (Memory)

Flash of wit – smart ass smirk.

“Catch up old man,”

Tender dirt.

His spirit of – selfless love,

Pace to save, so they may hug.

How it felt?  careless asked,

Like ruptured-panic-heart attack.

“Was this as Shield was meant to be?”

Echo’s in, the in-between.

Buoyant sunshine-silver white,

Forever in eternal flight.


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