December gathers our anticipation
Watching rain turn frozen precipitation
Our winter city on the edge of ice
You invited me to see today
Your veins your visions organic gay decay
Icons enameled old book covers twice
Presented in living details of creation
Your wry cold eye your bold display
Images creatures entities that entice
There was nothing I could say
As I admired your art drank your warm libation
Swallowed and savored hoping that would suffice
Jack (for Richard) 12/12/9
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