Why hello George!
It's been a long while-
summer of 75? hard to tell.
How's the wife
the kids,
the house,
the dog,
the cat,
and all that which makes
a heavenly life?
What a fine cross
you carry today.
Make it yourself?
How long did you labor
to craft something so fine?
Does its weight strain your back?
Mine feels of lead.
I say now dear George,
why don't we make a pair:
I've a hammer
you've some nails.
We'll find a perfect spot
beneath this purple night
crucify ourselves up
good and right.
1986-rev.10/4/2006
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