you weren't red <br />nor were you a wheelbarrow <br />you didn't mind a walk in the rain <br /> slower walks these last months... <br />parts of his life <br /> did depend on you... <br />all of yours <br /> on him <br />your spots and splotches <br />individual vignettes, <br />small tapestries... <br />tales of villages/encampments <br />told in whorls, grays and blacks <br />painted <br />on a field of soft white... <br />dots and freckles, notes written on a staff... <br />there's the bass clef sign, there the treble.... <br />sleep....free of pain, giver of joy....dear friend.... <br />he carries your heart.... <br />Jazz is glad to see you....running <br /> in the green <br /> together again<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scooter-2/
