A friend met death after 7 year battle

smiling like a puppy with a new bone,

we ask ourselves how he knew

where the soul would fall, what speed

when the clock stopped and who was watching.


Maybe seven was the number of maturity

and his body gave him to the timer,

click, it’s time.

What a strange place,

a sudden transport

the trolley car to the Sandias

sliding up the mountain,

one tower at a time,

swinging from side to side

a cloud, a heaven,

a star



22 Oct 08

Dave Barber

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