Vagabond lover
packs his valise
and is off at a gallop–
leaving me in his wake.
Profligate seducer,
Tied to no one
except
inevitability.
Foolish, I
should have known
even I could not keep up
with fickle time.
Vagabond lover
packs his valise
and is off at a gallop–
leaving me in his wake.
Profligate seducer,
Tied to no one
except
inevitability.
Foolish, I
should have known
even I could not keep up
with fickle time.
Wonderful–the last stanza would make a terrific epitaph.
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Sold! Just remember that, okay? This photo of Bob was on the cover of the little bio we handed out at his memorial celebration. His “about my mountain poem” was also in it. It just seemed to be a good illustration of the poem, which of course is primarily about time.
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