A very good friend and colleague suddenly died in April of 2006. Ute is on my mind a lot and I miss her quite often. While cleaning out another section of the closet I came across the copy of an email that was forwarded to me. Below appears a poem by Hank Lazer who writes poetry and realized one day (April 19, 2006) that Ute has been on his mind as well.
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DYING
that which calls
me out of
myself as a
small child after
a bout with
polio she would
insist i can
do it myself
dying is not
as i saw
with my father
something one can
do easily five
light blue eggs
in the nest
after the final
chorus i said
let him live
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