To People Who Died add another
his heart just stopped
somewhere between beats
void of course
He was too cold to ask you
why before all this endlessness
we are here and then not
But he was up early and baring his ass
falling from wasted variegated heights
because there was nothing else
in these idling shadows of traffic
but to hurl shots of light
flicked feathered fadeaways
doublepumped alive
on a street court into
hoops with no net.
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1 comment:
Yes! I just read about his passing. Thanks so much for posting your poem, Amy!
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