remembering don
last night as i was about to go to sleep
i heard the drum ‘n bass dub echoes
of your contagious laughter
saw flashing images of those rare yet precious visits
when we hung out together
always a pleasure
listening to your stories
tossing intellectual absurdities
flipping historical inaccuracies
while imagining surreal possibilities
like a juggler
who playfully
shifts the rhythm
but never loses a beat
you were unique
and oh yeah
you were sweet alright
full of kindness and integrity
and though the tears flow
i know
today you were on the dancefloor
with me
smiling approvingly
as i sent you off
inna rub-a-dub stylee…
and i’ll carry on the rebellion
to the best of my ability
nourished from the gift
of your friendship
and creativity
sheila nopper
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