Richard's Outrage
Reading my good friend's poetry
caused him somehow, to burst through it
and he was alive, fully alive,
as if he never really left.
Perhaps he didn't.
He was always larger than life,
always giving away himself.
And now he's at it again,
chipping away at an image
and in the process taking a shot
at his favorite mystery
called resurrection.
~
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