For Saskia
To discover months after — no reason
why anyone should tell me, the overlap
a geographical and temporal subset.
And I never arrived to read to your crowd,
but even then you were generous.
I can’t believe that such things
mean nothing to the dead —
no, there’s time to consider
even as we pass between classes,
the quick words of occasion.
Those peripheries of friendship;
associates from an earlier period.
But we did talk over punk
and Fugazi, our belief in poetry,
though never too much.
John Kinsella
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