Early this morning,
I sat beside a ghost
on a bench, his bench,
I sat beside a ghost
on a bench, his bench,
looking out at
what I now know
to be the Channel.
In loving memory of...
My back obscured his name.
Unopened peonies
in a milk bottle
in a milk bottle
to his left let it
be known that he was still
missed and loved.
26thFebruary 1974 - 4th...
He grew younger,
stared ruefully at the
ebbing tide;
for some time
for some time
we listened together
to the applause of rolling stones.
For a husband and father we’ll...
As I counted my blessings
and sighed at the transience
of the things that matter,
and sighed at the transience
of the things that matter,
I felt him register
my presence for the
first time, although
the ocean held his gaze;
his skin less opaque
in the five-twenty glow.
his skin less opaque
in the five-twenty glow.
A friend to all
who...
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