Thursday, August 18, 2016

Poem For Keith Dowman

Poem For Keith

Old man
basking in time
like the blues
in a slow cocktail
bar...piano, maybe...
Sometimes a barely
discernable reaction
to a
the grunt of a rhino
trying to get it's 
audience to flinch.
Yeah, I can see you're not
all there, or should I say,
rather, you is not there,
poetry in un-motion, just
a dance in an improvised
a man who learned how to
be kind, a certain kind of man,
with the fortune of the dharma,
a touchstone for anyone wanting
to be human, sorry I can't be silly....
it's probably because I'm listening
to the blues.


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