For Lew Welch In A Snowfall
Snowfall in March:
I sit in the white glow reading a thesis
About you. Your poems, your life.
.
The author's my student,
He even quotes me.
.
Forty years since we joked in a kitchen in Portland
Twenty since you disappeared.
.
All those years and their moments
—Crackling bacon, slamming car doors,
Poems tried out on friends,
Will be one more archive,
One more shaky text.
.
But life continues in the kitchen
Where we still laugh and cook,
Watching snow.
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