My muse, my friend, I love the way you see
civilization in a Tiffany
lamp’s stained leaded glass lighted so gently;
shelves lined with candles, goblets, uncanny
statuettes of porcelain, ceramic;
a potted cactus on a ladder step.
I smile at your eccentric self, comic
lines linking ironies as you accept
your faults and others’. Your classic photos
of the kiddos while playing and at ease.
Most of all, how caring guides your ethos,
actions dedicated to love, not please.
Outside mute sparrows still wander bare trees.
I wish you were here watching them with me.
Roger Armbrust
January 26,
2013
