honesty shot through the prism
of a rapier wit,
poetry from laughter and life.
--
life is on the edges,
still we too often cling to the cushioned walls
afraid of death omniscient beyond
while killing ourselves so subtly within.
why does it take the loss
of a loved one to give us pause
in this slow-motion dance of subliminal waste?
--
that fairness not be fair weathered
or kindness out of vogue,
that searching wanderlust go walking with a quiet resolve.
--
that simply to be and be hilarious
might just be the most important,
the most caring,
most healing thing of all.
for Larry, RIP.
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