he's dead
and his poetry
is going
going going
gone
'writ on water'
it all is
Keats was right
i lived at his house
for almost two years
or was it there
have i lived
anywhere
i could have
scooped up
page after page
in my arms
at the time
poems were
common as leaves
in the font room
like leaves
unraked in
the yard
and his
file of
correspondences
impressive
and organized
whenever i saw
the organized
sheafs
of what
was in and out
i always felt
hope even
for me
being
accepted
bob i miss you
and how
you could laugh
somehow
at everything
even if it
was
infuriating
and you lived
poetry
and it was you
two slim
volumes i have
the rest online
will be going
going
gone
'writ on water'
it all is
Keats was right
***
For Robert Funge
not well done but
Bob you know how I feel
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