for Lucien Stryk
Early, before the sky
wakes with days first blush
I greet the butcher
bird, poised on the broken
fencepost, sensing the worlds
burnished arrow speeding toward
his and my own heart.
There is something between us:
his voice, familiar, marking
the limits of a world
we will watch till sunrise.
A fine tribute…one I think he would have enjoyed.
Thanks Charles,
All too short isn’t it – a beautiful tribute Graham, full of arrows that cut to the heart of it all.