My angry little poem for this week (10/21/2012) is entitled:

Those Predawn Calls

While a morning person, I find
nothing good comes
from early morning
phone calls

This morning
I couldn’t answer
because I knew
death is also an early bird


In memoriam of DAA

September 23, 1949 – October 20, 2012
Friend
Confidant
Perpetrator of joy
 

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