The Passing Of Gary Poem by Seth Proch

The Passing Of Gary

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We set the basket adrift like an infant Moses.
All oxygen tubes and prescription drugs.
A bouquet of flowers floating from the dock.
Drunken children stifling tears.
A viking effigy blazes in a small, sad display.
It's not the light show we expected.
Laughter and crying.
Lost and found.
Deep in the woods of Maine.
One more nail in the coffin of my childhood.

Feb.18,2007

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Seth Proch

Seth Proch

Bennington, VT
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