Poem for Bapi then my friend now my husband.
Bapida.
(Written in November of 1988)
(Young Abi with Bapi's helmet)
steps
leading the bidis
helmet with its head down
sandals
not jesus' but yours
donating tapes
sharing music
skin on the palms
rough but kind
to the souls around
two ears
with three minus one piercings
third one yet to come
huge head
big eyes
unkept hair
wild wild
a free bee
hanging loose
straps flying
keeping the leather on
in silence
and darkness
listening to the sounds.
Bukie wrote:
ReplyDeleteAnywayz, re your poem to Bapida, wanted to say that you captured his essence beautifully.
Beautiful description......says everything of him.Keep writing joyce....jaiya
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