Reprise

Federico Garcia Lopez donde carajo have you been?
I had forgotten about our long talks late at night when

only the sound of the cicadas accompanied us.

In our silence we searched for metaphors.
Mi madre se murio since you last visited.

I took the buttons of all the cushions she

left behind and painted her from memory

sewing each button into the canvas.

I let poetry tell me where to sew them since

I was blind from grief. When I was done, I saw

the buttons had formed the sea and the forgotten

Atlantis which we thought we had lost forever.

Imagine that Federico.

Where the hell have you been you old fart?

I missed you.

Come, let's pull out a bottle of wine and toast

to my mother who is ashes now on my mantle.

Please stay a little longer.

I need to tell you about the other loses

in my life as if losing you was not enough.

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Love this. The last stanza has intensity, power. "I missed you." sets it up, to me.

"Please stay a little longer" - beautifully moving supplication.

Thank you. This is going to be a series of poems about losing poetry and it making it back into my life.

Update: This is one of the last poems I wrote. I'm not sure if I am writing again.

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