Comments about Seth Proch
The Passing Of Gary
We set the basket adrift like an infant Moses.
All oxygen tubes and prescription drugs.
A bouquet of flowers floating from the dock.
Drunken children stifling tears.
A viking effigy blazes in a small, sad display.
It's not the light show we expected.
Laughter and crying.
Lost and found.
Deep in the woods of Maine.