Wednesday, August 21, 2019

He was a Friend of Mine

Where do you go?
Where do you go when things are
So outside comprehension? 
Maybe I just tend my garden,
Worry about my really old dog, but
He never stopped.
He tended. Thank you Frank.
Tend, actually, that’s all I can do. 
C’est sufficant
RIP and you rise. 

In memoriam Frank LaMere

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