you with such profound presence have surely gone an imprint of invisibility remains at large a vacancy so vivid, so self-evident it has punched the air did you leave that way, one fisted, one hand waving free?* mimicking the gap, my mouth agape memories a broken mosaic, missing parts stories told so many times the lines jumble with ballads that fifties folk once passed around some scenes still freshly painted as a warm September martin and swallow swarms at the brink of the sea scything late-hatched insects that cloud our heads We circled with the birds, dizzied by dashing displays and in those spellbound moments, your soul migrated returning home was almost aftermath, a brief touch down before you found your way - I'm making headway now through the hole, a crawl to the other side of beyond - of course, I'll mind the gap
*a nod to Dylan’s ‘Tambourine Man’ was just so apt
A last poem until I make my move and joining others in Poetry Pantry
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