A Note For Dothnie Thompson
That day down side of me upward blooming
I came into your presence of fragmented light
Leaping from glazed sun to glass and streaming
To frame you like an angel, flowering bright
Smiles for a fragrant wind of frivolous words.
I only wanted to transact little facts of business
Nuance with ignorant expectations; the nerds
Left me behind, and I void of knowing what is
Shape of desire, spoke of poems and the death
Of our national bard, while you radiated peace
Two months of conversations and the regret
Now haunt me since your coming now is cease.
There was something about your lingering eyes
Something about the way you followed me then
That only now in quiet reflection I do surmise
Makes me the saddest of all life’s lucky men.
If soon I leave this world before we meet again
Remember me always, thinking about you, my friend.
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