Saturday, October 20, 2007

Sixteen Lines for Deborah Kerr

I woke up this morning
to a world without
Deborah Kerr,
among people who didn't
know who she was:

Who will blame me now
if I lend my voice
to a louder and louder
lament for the death of
grace and elegance?

Whenever I feel afraid,
I hold my head up high,
and run like a
startled deer - and
everybody knows
I'm afraid.

1 comment:

Pillar said...

Congratulations on the publishing of your book of poetry. Best of luck!