My friend Nelligan
I have his picture on my wall
Whose eyes shine with Innocence
tinged by a sadness
the last residue of ego lost
A black bowler hat sits on
His white straw hair
Punctuated by clumped black eye brows
He wears a coat made from a patchwork blanket
He holds a picture of himself as a younger man
An image fractured by time
In four jagged lines framing his younger face
A frame within a frame within a frame
Inscribed your friend Nelligan
Wishing you happy memories
I have never met Nelligan
But I know him well
From beyond the time and place
my memories come from
My friend Nelligan
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