Sunday, May 03, 2009


The last time I saw you in person, DEAR POET, I bumped into you in Chinatown as you were taking lunches to some senior citizens there. What a fitting memory -- to see you in service. You, Al Robles, were/are Poetry in Motion.

UPDATE: Actually, it occurs to me: Chinatown wasn't the last time I saw Al. The last time I saw him, I had done a poetry reading with him in Berkeley. But I think it's meaningful that the more permanent memory of him in my mind is one of witnessing him helping others. There's more poetry in that...when the poetry leaves the page and becomes action.

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