When a poet dies
the world curves in a slightly more angular fashion
Flags do not hang at half-mast
marching bands do not
Yet someone
not very well-known
walks a little slower
and contemplates
a heartbeat on paper
When a poet dies
the world curves in a slightly more angular fashion
Flags do not hang at half-mast
marching bands do not
Yet someone
not very well-known
walks a little slower
and contemplates
a heartbeat on paper