“We’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass
For Trekker …
Ann, Rob, and I attend his memorial today.
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WALKING HOME
by
Jamie Dedes
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his leathered skin a shroud, crinkled
furrowed from his wild mind and dry
explorations under our California sun
where he wondered with his students
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and friends, the outdoorsmen stand
by him as he rests dying by an oak
table, a jelly glass, childhood fave
sits with his preferred gin, taking it
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by the spoonful from the kind hand of
a hospice nurse until he rests, sleeps
then walks on, in the doleful blue of
of our tears: a soft fairwell dear friend
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© 2012 poem, Jamie Dedes All rights reserved
Photo credit ~ Vera Kratochvil, Public Domain Pictures.net
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