In Memory of Richard
tall
bearded
introspective
kind
he came unexpectedly
tendered his book
then sat waiting
for our offering
stayed for poetry
meshed with the band
like a soft, quiet rain
on a warm summer evening
vacated his spot
with no fanfare
but in our anthology, a legacy
a song of love to Catherine
You Are My World
a collection of Haiku
and in his book
a touch of peace for a moment
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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