The last verse of the last poem in David's "Earth Days" I read as his good-bye to all who loved him. He writes about New Years Eve at our home in Vermont.
Tonight we posed before the hanging clock whose hands
already stalked the faint new year. We inched
them back for the sake of authenticity,
our glasses raised before the camera in a toast
to lives of borrowed time, time compromised, time held
apart from time. We drank to days on earth
reduced to this freestanding house, these rooms
we separated to, after goodnights, goodnights
as good as blessings, best as prayers into space.
I sleep on this as light begins to break
upon the arbitrary stars and planets.
Posted by Tom Kidder to Words for David Starnes at May 21, 2007 5:11 AM
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