I am not still

Mind zips to and fro’

Like a moth trying to find a flame

Fighting the silence

That threatens

Its egotistical yearning

To be heard

peace, wayf

Lou and I were discussing a teddy bear that Mrs. w gave me. I don't know if you can tell or not, but that is a yin and yang symbol around his neck. That Mrs. w is always doing just the right thing!

peace, wayf

Laughter,

Children playing

I remember being like them

Frolicking in the welcome

Warmth of the sun

peace, wayf

Don’t think that I don’t love you

Don’t think that anything you do

Would ever be seen by my eyes

As anything other than perfect

And honest

And true

peace, wayf 

“In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him
’til he cried out in his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains
Yes he still remains”

from "The Boxer" ,written by Paul Simon

I woke up this morning with this song in my mind and couldn’t figure out why. It then dawned on me that DeBunkem’s departure day is today.

Abe, I don’t know if you will see this or not, but I just want to thank you once more for sharing your poetry, your wit, and educating me on the history that you love so much. I have garnered a respect for your ability with words, and can only hope to one day be as proficient as you.

The fighter  will always remain, DeBunkem