how it must have been a ghostly blur to blind eyes but grandest soundtack for going to god

11/16/07

Dress for a funeral
and someone is bound to die

Sonny going to the river and
dying on a park bench

my island poet gone
to get his reward

it’s raining and fat
red birds eat dripping berries

above dead plastic leaves
take me to the afterlife so I can

say goodbye
bring us back to

Canada where God
heals inside libraries

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