for Gregory Paul Welling (1963-2006)
My friend's unwavering support,
tenaciously cemented in somber attentiveness,
is found hiding at the end
of his inescapable cigarette.
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- W. Gregory Bell
- Ivy-league educated broken-down collegiate athlete. "They shoot horses don't they?"
2 comments:
I miss my friend today...
I have always loved this piece, despite my apparent inability to comment on it. It's certainly impressive to leave me speechless, but this one seems to do it every time. I think I love the abrupt reality of it. It is refreshingly sombre, if that is even possible. And it carries such a personal tone... perhaps that is why I always hesitate to comment. I can almost see you there with your friend, and I don't want to intrude.
K.
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