POETRY
Dear Samuel (Can I Call You Sam?)
Where in Xanadu,
tormented soul,
could you
now be found whole?
With all of life’s blue
problems washed away,
in white robes
whose hopes
blossomed like a new day
evermore
from the shore
waving. Bowl
upon golden
bowl takes its toll.
So shipwrecked,
the serpent’s chase;
his hiss, amiss,
his bite, so sweet, replaced.
In the rain and sun
walking, thinking
undone
heart unblinking
swayed by emotion
I would walk with you
your discourse
a source
for modern poet’s news.
But the past
cannot last
for sinking
under the weight
of time’s marching.
Sailor’s gait,
harken to me:
my woe is so
it rolls upon the sea.
