HOW…
5th.august.2018
How the light from my lamp
reflects off the walls
and casts shadows on your painting
which hangs on my wall,
your birthday gift to me
two decades ago
when we could still
call ourselves young,
this morning I sit and read
the collected poems of James Schuyler
which makes me think back
on friends and loves
all gone now,
gone not to death
but to the movements of life
and geography,
how change happens and we accept
and go and sit and watch shadows
in the future, drinking our morning coffee,
some in silence and loneliness
some with the sound of children
and husbands and wives.
You have the ability to take me into a word picture of the depth of your life by wonderful wordsmithing. Thank you, Ed.
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