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Poetry
For my friend
The last time I saw you
we were both dressed in blue
celebrating making prints of the sky
You were a smile on legs
with that wonderful wild hair
that inspired me to keep mine long
Once, we hill country wine and cheesed
we prowled an aircraft hanger full of art
remembering creative shenanigans at the beach
marbled paper and fish prints
bubbling with the tide
where I first met blue, and you
Another year was a slumber party at the Best Western
both of us in boots
that stomped over the ground
where we had laughed and cried
for the force that brought us all together,
the one who left us first,
who is undoubtedly clinking
glasses with you now
a swear word or two rising
above the rowdy din of ice
rattling in the private ocean
of a well-concocted blue drink
This poem is for my amazing friend Paula Riff, gone too soon, well loved and now well missed. Please have a look at her gorgeous work on her website and her Instagram.
