your old teacher
passes away, you see his obituary
in the paper.
there he is.
larger than life.
the books and poetry behind him.
how he held
court.
kept us in laughs and wonder.
a performance.
brash and gentle.
kind
and harsh.
a pendulum swinging.
cigarette in the hallway.
a drink
after class.
laughs and laughs. but the darkness
of life
did not elude him.
his signed book is on the shelf.
his wish
for you to continue on.
to keep at it.
keep going.
write for yourself first,
and the rest will follow
rings true,
even now as I sit here at this
hour,
typing and thinking
of him.
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