What drew me away from a making-salsa day?--a gift from a friends bounty! The death of a man I did not know. A man who I will certainly now explore. His poems were read on OPB enough to make me want to see more of a gift my ignorant soul must find and read. Poetry helps us find meaning and breathe in our so ordinary life.
Eulogy For A Man I Did Not Know
What Seamus did you see in us
Spinning words into Irish shamrock lace
Pictures grounding us in dirty earthly palette
I cannot begin to speak your greenius Gaelic
Looking to the garden maze of 100 square
Jungle madness not close to straight rows
Grains of Aztec gods in love bleeding red
Their purple and pygmy torch lighting the way
Through this right to live staking your gold claim
Let light shine among us here
Share sun with your crowding neighbor
Pinch a leaf to give us space
Offer water to a thirsty mate
At the rising August sliver
All the paths gone to tripping flowers
Who would know now
The hours and hours
To your lined May plan
Oh if we could be so like your Nobel way
But you are gone on this very day
So to the frost will come
To bring order to this chaos
Where there was none
The words you sung remain
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