the ghost of Autumn flits and you are no longer here but there
who thought it fit that you should cease now
has left the door open
and the classroom not so empty somehow
we wonder where you are
and hope you land
on the nearest star
and that you are welcomed
in the House of the poets you praised
your friends, mentors who passed away before you
the marvels of so many days, ages, epochs saved
oh nothing is in vain
despite all damning with reluctant praise
that you endured
how glad we are that you were here
and pray you're in a kinder sphere.
mary angela douglas october 19 2019
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