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In Memory Of Ishmael Rodriguez
The Crow welcomes you to the veil of tears
you left the nest early, making the street your home
the women gave you shelter in the night,
the men bought your labor by day
you carved your name in stone
spelled out the passion of your understanding
with the word
remembered how it was, and how it should be
when anonymous died, you remembered the name
you sang the blues for all of us, we listened
and understood
you pulled on the line from your end, it was not a game,
we tried to hang on to the meaning,
but life takes up most of the space,
and the poems are just bookmarks
underlining a few favorite passages
here we are again, my pen on your page,
trying to share the meaning you gave to us all
the road was always meant to be hard,
the gift of the Crow is not comfort,
it is wisdom.
the last thing I remember is your voice,
your mothers legend,
the Crow
© 2000 Glen River Publications, all rights reserved
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