I wrote the following poem for my friend and fellow poet Mark A. who is one of the most well read SF police officers I have ever met and whose passion for learning and writing are inspiring...
FOR MARK
dear senor, a prose sonnet
for your ears
to decipher enigmas from
words and phrases
left in a book that you’ve
yet to read,
take out your microscopic
glasses designed
to capture the minutia of
a verb or a complex sentence
left behind by Homer or
Virgil or maybe even Lorca,
there in the catacombs of
poetry a gate-keeper awaits
to place a homily on your lips
an eternal broken heart
for heroes finding nothing penetrates endings,
just let the rain come
letting drops in, smiles from a love
waiting round the corner,
will you place a word in
her hand?
will you discover the
meaning of sunsets
falling in with estranged
stars and cavalier clouds…
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