Michael Dennis (1956-2020) - the last day of the year, 31st of December. my friend, the poet Michael Dennis died. my friend died the next day I got the phone call no new year for him, happy or otherwise he died at 4:30 PM this time of year that is when the sun is setting the sun set on the day the sun set on the year the sun set on his miraculous life we are all going to die me and you and everyone we love some day on the 1st of January everyone says happy new year my friend has died I shovel show from the front steps my friend has died I shovel snow from the walkway my friend has died words run through my mind Iím talking silently to myself words emerge my friend has died I shovel snow in the cold air in bright winter sunlight I shovel snow and think about words and dying where do words come from? where do words go, when they are not spoken? where do words go, if they are not written? where to poets go when they die? the sun sparkles on the snow the snow is white and light and cold the sky is blue, incredible I shovel snow and breathe incredulous and grateful.
© Dan Sharp