Allen's spirit waves from the aeons
sailing through satori
sutra in hand
sunflower bowing its sweet yellow head
a beard in time
a whitman friend in the aisles
You, Allen, have ignited the soul of many a voice
my heart has cried over father death
my soul has sung with your fine audacity
you lived, you live, you will live
see ya in my dreams, AG
judih
Beautifulyl wrought words for a bountiful provider of bliss----- sal
thanks sal. how little did i know i'd be singing for toostoned.
april. who knew we'd be shaking our heads in pain for a friend.
Death don't have no mercy in this land.
sweet poem, judih---da cheeken skin, and wet eyes...