what an odd switch of events
for my dearest friend whose
known too much of my life and draws prisons for a living
dearest, you - have drawn your
self into a shadow. i hang your
art above my desk - our youth
spelled out in hues of blues
a shack by the lake, a dragon
up above - always guarding
you know everything about
that tree, that pastor, the blue
of his eyes. how they match
the ocean: you know about me
my marriage and the sky blue
eyes who kept me in but never
close - know of my shenanigans
how there was no walls, too many
cats, a few dogs sprinkled along
the way, two ferrets and the many roads to damascus the engineer
takes - i know about you, dear
friend - your eyes, your marriage
the endless color of your skirts
how they drift in your mind now
never worn - your wife does not
approve, i could not approve, "do
not go gently into that good night"*
yet you write - " i have begun...."
*Do not go gentle into that good night
Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
