Day 22 of 30

(the truth is, i hate this poem. but i’m stuck. the only poem truly necessary is…THANK YOU. I’m so sad. But I feel so lucky to have lived when he lived. to have experienced his gift. to know that his work is tethered to my psyche and soul forever. rest well.)

give us starfish and coffee too
a beautiful one in computer blue
a sign that somehow  we’ll someday have you back

and until you come let us dance like bats
on red corvettes in fancy hats
unsure of what we’re supposed to do
while purple fades to black


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