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I talked and drank with
Winter as summer slept.
A virus wept to drown
The earth. From heaven
I can see my name written
On water.

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A good one, Barry. Talking and drinking are good. Virus ... kind of boring, only because I'm "sick" of the narrative, the "official version of events." Short, succinct -- this poem rises to the level of an epitaph. I love it!


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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David W. Parsley

Hi Barry, I can't help now and then stopping to muse upon this imaginative take-off on the heart-breaking epitaph, composed by John Keats for his own headstone.  Unfortunately I keep getting tripped up by what appears to be a grammatical, punctuation, or spelling error, or perhaps a hastily entered copy missing some important words.  This occurs in the 3rd and 4th line.  Might you take a few moments to explain or correct the sense of these two lines?

 - David

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