Saturday, October 07, 2006

The Vigil

Constant rain on the calm sea
makes it foam and hiss like fruit-salt in a glass,
the world has shrunk precipitation, me and
a window keeping us apart.

One o’clock, my best friend lies in the coffin
in the chapel his other friends are there,
they sing religious songs with unthinking ease
although, few of them believe in God.

I sent flowers.

Took time write, a note with the posy, kept
addressing them to one that wasn’t going to read
them, wrote “regrets” and my name.

Rain has ceased I can see the horizon the world
is bigger now; my friend was a kind man and
will be remembered.

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