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To I.C.

If you’d have died yesterday,

maybe I could have mourned you

in an appropriate way;

but, having died over fifteen years ago,

I cannot pretend to do just so.

And, anyway, although I knew your name,

I was not actually acquainted with the rhyme and reason for your fame.

So, a little bit late, with no excuses,

I mourn your passing –

which event (as per this poem)

still has its uses.

The Poet in the Morning


It is indeed an early poet
that catches the dawn
And just a jealous type
That pours corn
Upon the head of one
Whose feet are seeking the paths
Of writeousness.