of one
of my favorite poets.
Charles Simic.
i had just bought his book.
the last book.
one of many
that i have on my shelf.
words
hardly do justice to
the dead.
he's not gone.
there are no tears,
but joy at what he left.
he's till here.
he's on the page,
his wit,
his compassion,
his absurd
twists.
his style and grace.
i'm glad we met.
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