(In memory of Paul E. Clark)

“It’s not too late.”* 
That’s the message I received 
from my friend 
this morning. 
His poems on white paper 
in the early morning 
seem to tell me things
that our lively conversations
did not. 
Words are funny like that – 
they live and breathe 
on paper – 
how odd
and
mysterious
and 
miraculous!

Thanks Paul, 
for putting your pen to paper – 
who knew you were
leaving your eternal 
two cents?! 


*With gratitude for the music of Pete Seeger, and Paul, without whom I never would have listened to Pete Seeger.