i. m. Noah Eli Gordon
You’ve died and I assumed Noah I might see you
Once more I at all times thought and we weren’t shut ex
cept for it may need been ten days it was it
Ten or eleven years in the past once we do
You the place you might be keep in mind do you there
Keep in mind who you had been and are you content material
Lastly with who you might be days once we despatched
Emails and packages of books a flur
ry you to me and me to you ten days
Of blazing friendship then eleven years
Of pleasant silence silence now a shout
On the face of a cliff through which it disappears
As if there have been a cell behind the face
And now no poet to let the echo out
