(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
He’s always smiling, the damn fool Sometimes veiled as a new moon Sometimes bright as the midday sun, And always right there with me Right in front or riding my shoulder Good old Death, so patient and kind Giving me another day Waiting for that one last dance As I work the steps, again and again Wanting to get it right This one last time. What do I see in that face anyway? All that I have been And all that I may yet become. (9/11/26)
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