THE FLAME IN THE LOTUS

XLVIII.
Tracing the lines to this day, from Queens
To Miami, from college to Nagoya,
To LA, or Colorado, rock and jazz
Sturdy companions along the way,
Friends met and faded, dreams had and dispersed,
Kids and the North Atlantic, poems and politics,
It´s all been a wonder, a show of colors and visions,
Mixed up with the dead and lost, too many, oh, too many
To count,
And yet, when I stop and think, I guess
It was all good.
I guess, this is all.
The sun is out enough to walk under
And the Name, a passing breath I give back
Along the way.

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