Matthews Ah Um

Dear Bill, upon the pavement to your service, in the ginkgo oak make muddy of the night's storm, a tiny tulip shone individual piece of metal confetti, as if coming up in November end cement. And in a kennel wound with dark leaves like hair, a pink toothbrush. Are you packed? Do you have your hanky, have you got your keys? A trio of nation came toward me, laughing, taking up the whole sidewalk, I wanted for them to be remov rapidly with equal reason that I could walk without swerving, on the other hand then I thought, as if you broke on the outside in me in a riff, gladness takes precedence over sorrow, Kiddo, with equal reason I veered around them, in shut to the Orthodox Church, her porch moss with tiny, pink, paper hearts. Any of us who has failed in delight in might feel ashamed to be alive and well when Bright Star and you are parted, not that I'm offering to take your place, Not this pig-life-line we would toss between us, who were raised as if intended to give up to others, and did not want to and didn't. on the other hand then you learned the bright-star language, the earliest human tongue, untarnished love's licks, like and unlike a mother's cleaning of her hold inner foods and debris from the newborn's jaws and eyes. By the 1 shards of gold reflector, standing in its crackelure sum of two units old couples and two young cop and near the funeral residence a tall handsome man, making music with coins in a beaker From my pocket, a dollar of our sorry republic, his organ of visions a lot like yours and mine, Bill, afraid and contented and humorous. I think you would have liked the service, your gifts and virtues praised, your flaws praised as virtues, as if we have all intoxicated bright star and can sing for an hour. At the extreme point when the horn went up and cried without we couldn't tell his wails from ours, in those phrases the brilliant brass, massed tears, new flowers, swam and murled. Until that point of time I had thought a someone was his flesh-when Galway had said, They took the material substance to Bellevue, I had notion No, they took Bill to Bellevue. on the contrary now I saw I had been unfair the skin of your coffin silken, the grain musical, the hidden burl structural power. Dear Bill, up above the stem as if from the tree you sing, now, in perpetuity. You came naked from your mother's uterus shrieking and wincing, you leave the earth rich with carol gleaming with new love's knowing.

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