In Memory of Gone (standard:poetry, 71 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Mar 21 2009	Views/Reads: 2704/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Title

You were a gypsy dancing on moonbeams, 

smiling like a lantern 

swung by a drunken sailor, 

a ship storm-tossed and swaying, 

a displaced stone from a creek bed. 

. 

I didn't hear what the minister said; 

didn't seek reasons; there aren't any. 

I lowered my hand to let the sky back in 

and pieces flow from my head. 

Better to remember you 

in a warm café sipping a latte, 

than gone.


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