i still could not
believe
in Houston?
so far from where
you came
the invisible town
on the invisible map
i never met you
personally
your words would sing
like mourning doves
I never
had the moment
to make you coffee
my delicious coffee
offer you a sweet roll
a newspaper
and quiet
never heard
your voice
which took the cadence
of three generations of trilling
tuned to a higher pitch
never had time
to walk with you
amongst the roses
the magnolias
apple blossoms
to let
the petals fall on your
shoulders
and into your speech
and now
as smaller men become
meaner
your words hang
on the trees
fight for space
on the broken pavement
and on the birds
who were never
afraid
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