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To Andrew (1962-1994) The music of Divine Miss M transcends me to the spirit world. You bathe in wine there, now. It aids the healing of your friends to think such things. My thoughts turn white, a sign that you are passing. “Do you want to dance?” She sings, and I hold my hand as if mine is yours. I promised you a lasting chance at validation, tour with the quilt, gay acceptance. I got lost in circumstance and failed to sow your name. Before I say, “I seized my heart and reaped the lack of guilt.”, I’ll play, “I Think It’s Gonna Rain Today” and dream that now is then. I’ll harvest silt, then sun it, ripen what our friendship built. ©2002 Peggy Putnam Owen |
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In Memory |
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