You came chasing rumours:
a Reiki Master
out back of Pumpenbil.
Missed the famous one;
wrong house.
Found me.
Your frail friend
was deathly sick. We gave her
another decade, it transpired.
Always allies, we added
Reiki and magick
to your Youth Centre.
I left the hill. You sold
your corner cottage, moved
interstate to your daughter.
Where are you now,
what are you doing?
I miss you.
[Poem #13]
This began as a game some bloggers played in 2008, to write about people who'd made an impact, in the same number of words as one's age, every day for a year. I did them less often and went on longer, adding one word each birthday. I stopped in 2016 and incorporated them into my main poetry blog. In 2019 I resumed the project and gave it its own blog again, with a new name, where it may unfold at its own (slow, intermittent) pace. I've labelled these verse portraits, but they're more like quick sketches: mere glimpses, impressions....
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