Triangles

Triangles triangles 
There has to be triangles
Little sandwich triangles
Arranged on a tray

(crusts facing out
points facing in and)

Lots of them
(don't skimp)
There has to be lots
Because

When
Death
Comes

Traditions like triangles
Little sandwich triangles

Are all that
Keep one
Bound to the earth

Little sandwich triangles
Bad coffee
Squares
(Dainties in Saskatchewan)
Thank you for coming
I'm so sorry for your loss

Keep one

From coming

Undone

See

Oh Hey!  I didn’t see you 

Standing there

Wanting/waiting/wishing for

Me to see 

You

(standing there)


I couldn’t

Blinded as I was 
By who I 

Wanted you
Thought you
Believed you

To be

(or not)

To be


Such arrogance


I repent
I repent
I repent

1986

Dresses and flowers and looking just right
All those years ago

Then

Time
And 
Tragedy
And
Distance
And 
Disconnect
And

I don’t know you

Anymore

(not really)


There’s a hole there now

There

Where you used to be

And

I feel that void 

(from time to time)

And

It fills with sorrow/regret/guilt

Do you feel that hole too

That way

Do you

Poppa 

I look to you

What to do
What to do
What to do

For Helen

I sing with a beautiful singer

She opens her mouth 
And 

Effortlessly 
(it seems)

Beauty and peace and joy and sorrow and kindness and goodness 
Flow

I sing with a beautiful singer

She opens her mouth 
And

I follow

See You In The Funny Papers

I miss the days
Of daily newspapers and three channels on tv and two (mainly) on the radio 

I miss the days 
When everyone mostly said and read the heard the same thing

I miss the days 
Of reading the Saskatoon Star Phoenix
And the
Snap and crinkle and woosh and sigh 
Of the paper being read

I miss the days
Of friendliness

When everyone was listening to the same voices 
(mostly)
And laughing at the same jokes

I miss the days 
Of daily cartoons
(the best ones ending up on the fridge or the bulletin board at work)

I miss the weekend funny papers
And racing to see them first

I miss the days 
When
'See you in the funny papers'
Meant something

Don't you?

Don’t You Wish

Don’t you wish you could gather up all your favorite people
And

Have coffee
And

Drink wine
And 

Eat Cake
And

Chips 
(with dip)
And 

Laugh
And 

Cry
And 

Listen
And 

Talk 
(over and under and with)
And

Love
And 
And

Don’t you?

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