In memory of William Carlos Williams
You died in ‘63.
I was born in ‘64.
Crossing paths in heaven,
An impossibility.
But those that have gone
Do hear from those still here.
The human soul immortal,
Purified, I’ve remembered.
But could you’ve forgotten?
Just I’ve the bright idea.
Either to you or to those
Whom can no longer merit.
Gary Edward Geraci