I found Richard today -
November the Third.
Isn’t that just like Richard?
I don’t know.
I can’t say.
He died a fortnight-plus ago.
I never knew him.
I never gave him time.
To know me.
To show me.
How to know me.
And by him, through me,
perhaps to know him.
And you.
He is no longer a Thing of This World.
Our second laureate,
my latest regret.
And I’m late...
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