He died
on a good day,
the weather:
a perfect 80,
cloudless sky
clowns smiling,
and nobody else
in the entire world
died that day,
not one soul.
Getting the full
attention of God,
as he entered
the other side
of the light.
The help message
went drowning
helpless,
on a warm lake
of clear blue-
fishes biting
a handless pole,
and I wish I
had a lake
in my pocket,
a boat in my heart,
a mind of paradise--
so that when I
think of you,
the tears will flush off,
sailing free
around the world.
