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November 2009 
the last time i saw you running
Posted on Jul 19th, 2007
by 
sherab
sherab
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for July 19, 2007:
I remember , you were breathless on the beach from running, sand in your shoes,
A Black feather in your hand, from some sea crow. You said we could make a pen,
If we plunged it hot sand , to temper, and then carved the nib to shape the angle
Of the words. But you are gone and only words describe You now.
If we talked more, about seashells , or feathers and rain, instead of taxes,
Wills and estates, We could have been,
I mean we were, but somehow, we missed.,
Something. Ourselves.
I still see you running up to me, by the grey green waters.
with a feather in yor hand. You said, "It's cancer."
Your eyes already deep.
I took the feather
and you said
your doctor's name.
again
but i stil see you running...
A Black feather in your hand, from some sea crow. You said we could make a pen,
If we plunged it hot sand , to temper, and then carved the nib to shape the angle
Of the words. But you are gone and only words describe You now.
If we talked more, about seashells , or feathers and rain, instead of taxes,
Wills and estates, We could have been,
I mean we were, but somehow, we missed.,
Something. Ourselves.
I still see you running up to me, by the grey green waters.
with a feather in yor hand. You said, "It's cancer."
Your eyes already deep.
I took the feather
and you said
your doctor's name.
again
but i stil see you running...
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I love this piece. I really do. It's poignant. So reminisent of the quiet calmness of pain.
Straight into my soul this went, thank you.
This is brilliant. Very moving.