for Tom Kelly
- Left here when you left,
- the place becomes a charm
- to keep our friendship clean.
- Tea and coffee at a burger joint,
- a December drizzle in the parking lot,
- and you rush off to your job.
- The weather and what I remember,
- the way the light shone in from the street,
- the subtleness of voices intermingling,
- a charm to keep our friendship clean.
30 December 1977