A Tribute to my friend, D. Buch

you lived your whole life
exclaiming infinitesimally
the POV of a gentle, ridiculed heart
may you rest in peace…

prayer is my precious inner wreath
words whispered
to God
and to you
wish i could’ve attended your funeral

creeping tears rise
gazing at
flipped shadows and
shards of sunlight where
heartbreak and nature become one

no more cards, letters
bizarre phone calls
you, running out of cigarettes
so long ago…


i will listen
to you
through seashells
and receive your energy

wherever one’s wounds go
know that i saw them
from your perspective
and you WERE understood,
respected and loved,
my cherished friend

your passion for photography
brought great joy
cured my moth phobia
gave us a unique understanding of
your relationships with
swamp life and

for a writer respectfully decked out in gum wrappers and stickers
(private joke)
you sure were “lost in poetry”
see you where the sun shines brightest
love always
by mary ann blinkhorn

*Please note:  This is a rough draft that I’ll probably revise, later.