Poem - A POEM FOR ROBERT or Keats was right

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




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For Robert Funge
not well done but
Bob you know how I feel