Requiem for pals

The roll call is read
the dead members of a
reunioning high school class

twenty-fifth, thirtieth, fortieth…

‘In Memoriam’ reads the blurb
on the back page of the program
momentary reverence emceed

and just for a briefest moment,
time truly does stand still

classmates remembering those
whose eternity came early
thinking of them as they were
and as they would never be

then, the D.J. plays on.

The night is young.

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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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