Quiz,
the news
of your death
hit me
like a fastball
in the ribs.
A sportswriter
in the paper
praised you
as a pitcher
and a poet, so I
special ordered
your collection.
Six weeks later,
I paid $12.95
and held
the pages of your life
in my hands.
On the way home,
in rush hour traffic,
I opened your book
at the red lights
and read
until the horns
honked
behind me.
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