JIM TRAINER'S POEM OF THE WEEK, Easter 2022
The Dying Artist In The Final Century
we lost Bernard on Saturday his boys flew up and flanked by Miles and Parker he died like a poet in NYC
my first client on Sunday was in too much pain to get out of bed so me and Faye tamped topsoil down on the roses, the fig, pear and lime trees
at my second client’s I covered the floor with canvas, mixed and splashed the colors down for him to roll over in his wheelchair and leave his mark
ended the shift with two more weeks of living folded in my shirtsleeves pocket and more gratitude and sadness than I can tell you here
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