The Stafford Challenge, Day Nine

Sad day today. Again a curtal sonnet, which seems to be my go-to form. In Memoriam I found out today my old friend Debi passed away yesterday. She was my crush in sixth or seventh grade, perhaps longer than that. It’s gone on sixty years, maybe. She had dirty blonde hair, cute button nose. When we were young teens, she spent each summer in Imperial Beach five hundred miles away, and she would send me chatty, lush letters once a week. What I remember most: hanging out on Debi’s porch, those smiles                                         I’ll prize forever. —Draft by Vince Gotera    [Do not copy or quote . . . thanks.] Debi King at 13 Friends, won’t you comment, please? Love to know what you’re thinking. Ingat, everyone.  ヅ