"On Reading Brautigan" by Erren Gerard Kelly

Like a lonely ruby slipper

In search of its mate, a melody lingers

Still, inside me; if i had

A piano, i would play the story of you.

Hearing all of your tones, colors and nuances.

Instead, I hear your song, walking in the breeze

Like a breath from within, you are

The smoke that lingers, giving birth

Only to dreams; i clutch the ruby slipper

Next to my heart, the song lingers