A Face on the Bough
--for John Ross [1938-2011]

The memorial
Smelled like peanut butter
Life & death
Commingling
At the other end
Of the candle

I only knew
His courtesy
But still had
My ‘don’t talk to the fbi’
Tape on my imaginary cane

Why don’t we live
In a noisy world?
Ashes to the Mission

Good one, Peter, it's good to be remembered. One of the advantages of living in a city is that you come across beautiful people more often than we in the boondocks do.

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I ride by John Ross's ashes
every time I take the 14 bus
up Mission...
the bus we distributed him from.

not a sentimental journey,
but looking into what is now
left to speak
from what was then.