AN EXTRAORDINARY MOMENT
I just found your last letter to me,
And read it while watching a blazing sunset,
Emulating the happy sun you drew in your letter.
Ten years almost to the day, you killed yourself,
I'm left with sadness, a cerulean sky,
And passing clouds, toasted orange,
Like heated iron in a blacksmiths forge.
You were a forger of enthusiasm, bipolar some say,
Yes maybe but by any standard extraordinary,
Up down like a sea saw, making words from polystyrene.
An extraordinary life, an extraordinary death,
An extraordinary sunset.
©dbyrne Jan 2015
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2015
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