just as
the sun touches his window
one last time
The grass wet with dew still
breeze just beginning
clouds accumulating
palm trees sway
boughs bend
Palmettas flash their silver sides
over the insect-infested, bird-filled marshes.
The night heron marches away,
this time not screeching.
A wonderful tribute to a special person. He surely left an impression and will be missed by many.
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