(In Memory Of) Lester Afflick 10/1/00 by Bob Holman
uddling poets inside dark perfect sunday fall warm
day outside beauty we gather inside lester late the late
lester in the middle a poem that doesn't quite start
is scratched out xxxs doesn't quite end what you
thought what you taught what you suspired
stood for your ground some soaring rarely -- cynic
died of poverty died of overdose of love died
of loneliness camaraderie red wine too
too much poetry not enough vegetables
always thought lester one of the smartest guys
I know always loved between him and ferris
cannon the crew something about us snapped
into place into focus even high today he'd be
here wouldn't be anywhere else cept dying young
afflick a fleck ash afflicted with life in the middle
xxxxs to get it write it keeps it going for you lester
for all of us here huddling poets inside dark perfect
Bob Holman