Treasure Island

delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........


you weren't red
nor were you a wheelbarrow
you didn't mind a walk in the rain
slower walks these last months...
parts of his life
did depend on you...
all of yours
on him
your spots and splotches
individual vignettes,
small tapestries...
tales of villages/encampments
told in whorls, grays and blacks
on a field of soft white...
dots and freckles, notes written on a staff...
there's the bass clef sign, there the treble.... of pain, giver of joy....dear friend....
he carries your heart....
Jazz is glad to see you....running
in the green
together again

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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