What the Bi-Weekly Counselor Told Me
Forget the flints flaunted by ne'er-do-well neighbors
not hip to modern ways to ignite the night and knells
needed to illuminate the path past plain pine boxes
and limited access to plenitude.
Favor keeping the mind in mind
and also hailing hindsight as it may move us
toward more forward-looking friends.
Lookout
The sunset of colors
not usually seen in skies
joy of perception
Three Guys Sitting on a Bench
The locals pooled resources to finance a stone bench
in honor of a deceased neighbor known to so many.
When I sit there, passers-by normally say nothing.
A few might offer a smile or utter an audible "Hello."
Today, as I silently pondered the passing of two pals,
something truly unusual happened to get me thinking.
While I was looking down at my still healthy knees
I heard a surprised voice asking me: "Is that you Dean?"
I looked up, and the anxious asker soon saw I was not.
Turning the other way, I saw a bald dog walker downhill.
He shouted "Hey! Are you Keith?" but quickly saw I'm not.
A pair of mistaken identities in one minute is odd enough.
What really got me was that the names of my recently
departed friends were none other than Dean and Keith.
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