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Jerry Bolick

Marin Hills Remembrance:

Riding thru
rain-clean streets
this morning, small puddles
flashed
silver light
friend Isaac.

Tight-throat
remembrance
of the mud
of your grave,
how we clung
to that hill
in drizzling
clouds and fog
friend Isaac...

       just
      the kind
      of day
      you loved.

I have heard
that even the smallest of puddles,
if approached with great care,
will reveal the whole expanse of the sky
and all
that it holds,
even,
at the very edge,
your own
wondering eyes.

I have also heard,
friend Isaac,
that you always knew this
to be true.

( Copyright © Jerry Bolick, 28 January 2003 )

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