Shrinking Violet

I have grown too small
For these clothes which fall
Freely from this frame
Which still bears my name
But which got stripped down
In a lonesome town
Purified through pain
Never found again
Just what you see here
What is left of me

Small sharp and severe
Respiring just so
My children can be
Not bereft of me
I live as I can
If transparently
A visible man
Shrinking visibly
I have a few friends
Who telephone me

As I make amends
With mortality
I usually hide
But if I go out
Escape from inside
Two legs and one chance
Kind young people shout
"Hello Mr. Lance!"
The older ones know
A little more fate
So they smile and wait
To see me below

+Steven Curtis Lance



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DEAR STEVE
LONG LIVE THE POETIC WIZARD!
SUPANI

Dear friend, I say "long live Supani!" Thank you for your kindness.

We are so very much the better and the richer for your being part of us here, my friend and fellow poet; thank you with all my heart for all you are and are to us.

I hope you will always remain part of us here and continue to contribute your poetry and your wisdom so generously. Truly, you make us better.

Respect and solidarity, cheers and love...

Always,

+Stevie

This is good Steve, I really liked it.

Thanks, Manders!

True story, too.

Love,

+Stevie