For Rick D.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Rick D. might have been a soldier. He might have been a conman, a saint, a drunk, a murderer, a thief. But whatever he had been, when I knew him his manner spoke of an intense, gentlemanly thoughtfulness. The piper whose call we must all obey took him years ago. But he is not forgotten.

You were one of those people

who spoke with shorthand smiles 

and calibrated movement, but,

 

like a soldier  you shouldered 

the weight of your chosen words

until the piper, with his scythe, called,

and then you went uneasily,

not knowing at the end that it was time.

 

You wasted away,

down to the tattered ends of dreams.

The day sailed on without you.


Submitted: January 05, 2021

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