What I have left of you now
notations I made in my book
of arrival and departure
an itinerary of activities
some forced, some fanciful
others imaginary
The schedule was always
subject to change
and the documents accumulated
in and out the door
Here and there I captured
your handwriting somehow
an address that you left for me
a note in the margins
Paper traces have their beauty
a register of style
only two-dimensional
a challenge to your absence
which manifests like a house of cards
These days I see you in my mind
and hear you by electricity
These beautiful communiqués of words
and blocks of sentences
on almost paper
in white bright empty spaces
April 8, 2003
(by a friend who doesn't want to feature here)
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