ah my brother, my breath!
were i always right i wouldn't need
all these excuses piled-up
on this golden red sled
[like the grinch who stole christmas]
...and wouldn't need
the miracle of editing.

you sure have been on my mind.
as has your coffee machine.
and your sunlight, with which
you radiate yourself,
breaking apart the helium
and making hydrogen fast as you can,
and making stardust.


i try to imagine when you'd nod,
say "ah", when you'd stand up
and tell the Father-of-the-Hour
you'd already read that part
and so could he skip ahead?,
and when you'd crack jokes,
and what they might be.


since you're now also in church
with me in Florida, you're now
going to church twice each Sunday at least,
let her know: you're going more often
than the energizer bunny at easter.
if Holiness was a lottery ticket
you'd have a pile of scratch-offs
up to your knees this year alone.

03/23/2009

Author's Note: this is a note i cut and pasted from my friend Garth Hill, he's [as you can tell] a wordician...this is a letter from him...jottings.

Posted on 03/23/2009
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