Trigger Warning
“planted him in this country like a flag”
Margaret Atwood
The flag today opens into the sky
an eagle rises up.
It’s not his death that brings sadness
but the regret of never having met in this life.
I imagined him coming by
our poetry readings
and I delighted to make his acquaintance
breathing in, breathing out
taking it all in, trying to get quenched.
I begin seeing him, his look, his long hair
sitting, reading
delighted and serene, someone who is pure.
I imagine how i feel
hypnotized by his stare
lured by his light
pulling.
I begin seeing him fascinating and transcendant
and life like an opera
an unequivocal love song
I play over and over again.
Albums under my arms
I keep images of hugs
and he is still making music
and I am happy, happy and pleased.
Never leave us alone
your lyrics, a feel of wild desolate rhyme
make such gorgeous entertaining hosts
especially on lovely nights.
I shall lie and sleep with them
and bring into being again and again.