Poem Of The Dead Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Where do I know you sweet boy,
So danmed handsome,
I wrote a poem for you,
your aunt read it at your funeral,
I remember we had met before,
you brushed against me at the gas station,
we both laughed a little,
that was before I knew your name,
The death poem came later,
your aunt gave me a book of yours,
for 3 days read then returned,
I knew i was in love then,
with another dead poet,
the difference is
we touched once,



In memory of J.R, Poet, wanderer, Drummer, Who left us all in crestone valley far to soon.