Fond farewell

Fond Farewell

Hand made bookcases hold us

Hold books that are our life

Philosophy art novels we cannot tell

From our own stories 

Books and paintings bright colored

Figures of imagination engravings by

Hogarth a dancing Pan by Maillol

A photo of Ru Paul a Fu dog a

Peach bowl from China

They are you and me in a

Shell we no longer want

We are snails ready to shed

To acquire not precious objects

Not ruby glasses from your beloved 

Aunt but rather ruby sunsets over the

Ocean air moonlight unimaginable

Here 


--Jack 3/6/10