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Shocking and sad news. But what a brilliant last line! Thank you Frank. R On 28/09/2011 17:31, Mark Weiss wrote: > When I saw Frank last winter he seemed fine, though the cancer had been brewing in him for a long time. We thought it had left his body. I spoke to him last week. He really loved the morphine. He told me that he might with luck have a couple of years left. I think he said that to make me feel better--he didn't need his friends to mourn while he was there to hear it. > > Here are three untitled poems from Frank's 2009 chapbook "zig-zag journeys." > > > Almost out of the sky, half of the moon > Makes a cross of mourning between my eyes > Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything > > Your breast is enough for my heart > I have said that you sang in the wind > You gather things to you like an old road > > I have gone marking the atlas of your body > Stories to tell you on the shore of evening > I who live in a harbor between the lips and the voice > > > > A full moon in the birdbath, a perfect circle of > ice blunting sparrow beaks. Cold stings the > first knuckle of each finger breaking pieces of > bread from a slice now half its original size. I > laugh out loud at the morning headlines, "St. > Francis of Tucson, Bread Man to the birds, > found wanting for nothing ever again, a freeze > in a cactus garden of the Tucson Basin." > > > > what wind blows the Mexican Palo Verde > the cactus wren > > my footsteps confess > no special talent > > one sneaker follows the other > into a brilliant make believe I know I know > > Mother Father Sun and Moon > Hi O Silver and away > > > ----- > No virus found in this message. > Checked by AVG - www.avg.com > Version: 10.0.1410 / Virus Database: 1520/3922 - Release Date: 09/27/11 > >