So I waved at Elvis
And he lifted his guitar
In salute and surprise.
It’s a rare thing
But sometimes
On the drive into town
I’ll spot him
On his front lawn
Resplendent
In flares
But I’ve never stopped
Never acknowledged
His presence
Except as a joke
Shared with others
Who live in this town.
I’m sure long
After he’s gone
His legend
Will live on
And I thought
Maybe I would
Regret having never
Stepped out
Of propriety.
So just this once
I got brave
And I waved.

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