Liberty

Liberty

it seemed fitting to befriend the

weeping willows when you left us

you, whose happiest laughter

caused an uprising in the rose bushes

the bees dizzy and spilling their golden

honey, the trickle creating words that

stacked themselves neatly into poems

we had no idea they were writing our

dreams until your absence illuminated

the truth about the azaleas who winked

warmly whenever we’d call your name

after bright kites whipping in a winter wind

it seemed fitting to befriend you that day

in a room full of romantic minds and

intellectual hearts, words in hand, waiting

patiently to impart a tiny piece of

themselves onto a small sliver of the

world who were willing to listen, even

with their eyes closed, and you, you

listened, you smiled, you clapped your

gentle hands, and after I took my turn

you leaned to me and said, “that was just

lovely, good work, kid” – those willows

weeping, are no substitute for you

***

My dear poet friend, Kay Liberty Wynne passed away and my heart is broken. It took me a little time to compose something in her honour. She was such a wonderful human being, funny, full of amazing stories, and so easy to be around. I am so grateful we became friends. I will cherish the time I was able to spend with her and think fondly of her often. Oh, but that laugh of hers. I will miss it the most.

In propinquity,

Nic