Friday, August 24, 2012

tribute # 337 - Ira (2001)

him a senior, me a kid, would
bask at each other. he loved me

singing the drummer and the cook
soon he was blind, couldn't drive

from Saskatchewan. on vacations
I was too shy to press to visit. he died.


2 comments:

Lodo Grdzak said...

Not my favorite story; but I got a full narrative arc in 40 words. Good work.

Pearl said...

thanks. exploring the potential of 40, it being my year.