Saturday, August 1, 2020

He was Reading a Kristin Hannah Novel - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

He was Reading a Kristin Hannah Novel

My pharmacist died today. The CV.
Two weeks ago we were laughing about books
About each other, our reading habits
My Yevtushenko, his Kristin Hannah

I mocked his chick-lit; he mocked my Russians
He said I would really like Winter Garden
Because in it I could visit Saint Petersburg
Which is every reader’s dream

A pharmacist and friend - he died today
I must go and find Winter Garden
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3 comments:

  1. Verlie BurroughsAugust 1, 2020 at 2:25 PM

    Oh! I'm so sorry. Poignant, wistful write. Our true friends never stop giving us gifts in life, and in passing.

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  2. Lawrence Hall, HSGAugust 1, 2020 at 3:21 PM

    Thank you.

    This morning I learned that another friend is in hospital with the CV, and he was in poor health already. May God protect us all.

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  3. Verlie BurroughsAugust 1, 2020 at 3:43 PM

    Amen.

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