I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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25 April 2011

I LIght a Candle for My Friend

I light a candle for my friend
while reflecting wryly
he wasn’t the kind for that.
Still, you do what you do.

He was living more intensely,
he said, with his days shortening.

I spend this day, first weeping,
then feeling crabby. Just on dusk
I burst out of the house for a walk.

I make myself notice
rows of white camellias,
an old lady walking a puppy,
a gaggle of little children.

A magpie perches on a roof
grooming under one wing.

Soft grey clouds
rest gently on the air;
pale sunset pinks
come in behind them.

All our days are shortening.
The dark settles down.

I puff my way slowly
up the hill to home.

Three birds suddenly
erupt from a tree,
almost into my face,
flying at desperate speed
to get away from me, squawking,

surprising me into laughter.

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