Welcome to My life in the shadows
SHARON GARVER VINCENT POET AND FRIEND
1949 to 1981
I was wrong , you died your way
standing in a passionate subplot
with the greed of a high priestess,
razor blade in hand,
as sharp as the silence was
of those who knew you,
those who came to morn you,
but that slice of time that we knew then
when the world was stuck between our teeth
fades know leaving only
the semiannual anthology
to find you in
folded grammar tight, as always,
pristine and bloody between the pages.
Still, If you gave me anything
beyond the eternal dreams that lovers know- -
and friends,
it was my pen
pure and simple,
poetry and my pen
dangling around my heart,
like an old rusty anchor
always pulling me away,
pulling me, like the moon
pulls the waves of the sea;
and your words
etched within me
always and forever
folded
grammar tight.
uTAH jAY
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