A Note For Dothnie Thompson

That day down side of me upward blooming I came into your presence of fragmented light Leaping from glazed sun to glass and streaming To frame you like an angel, flowering bright Smiles for a fragrant wind of frivolous words. I only wanted to transact little facts of business Nuance with ignorant expectations; the nerds Left me behind, and I void of knowing what is Shape of desire, spoke of poems and the death Of our national bard, while you radiated peace Two months of conversations and the regret Now haunt me since your coming now is cease. There was something about your lingering eyes Something about the way you followed me then That only now in quiet reflection I do surmise Makes me the saddest of all life’s lucky men. If soon I leave this world before we meet again Remember me always, thinking about you, my friend.