we all have our say

the death of a poet.
a minor
one
to be kind
and gentle about it
still
strikes me
in the heart. I've
gone through his pages
for decades.
dog eared my
favorites, underlined
the lines
that gave me
a spark.
how quickly the ink
dries
on all of us, read
or unread,
major or minor.
we all have our say
before we're forgotten
and gone
away.