Notes for a Meeting

Ron Fielder
Aug 9, 2017 · 3 min read

Our ends, through war, disease or accident;
when in our prime or old or as a child;
in pain or peace, suddenly or forewarned,
are generally not at our command.

Instead you are a law unto yourself,
visiting as you please. Last night I heard
you stumble to my door, then veer away
to knock elsewhere for no apparent reason.

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Ron Fielder

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Ex folkie, ex IBM, now into Bulgarian & Irish music and looking for a youth elixir (got any?).

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