camel hair flowed under
wilson the captain
who, drinking contour
touched us all
a silver-tongued, lion hearted
could recall a mess of fish and clowns
whatever he painted
bare chested and sweating
lean, yet strong as a bronze whale
shared his good spirit
he did not know age was meant for man
for a fine artist and a friend from years ago
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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