Immortal Smile
In Memory of Jean-Paul Ange
By Tatiana Pahlen

Frequently I think of you and sigh
your flawless art to lighten up the room,
while all around melts and falls apart
in a noxious memory of winter’s gloom,
you’re in denial.

With you I learned how to humor death
from songs you hummed parading a pirate’s patch,
sobbing like a goofy elf,
you praised the sailors drowned in scotch
to meet their faith.

I hear your heartbeats clearly far away
your eyes are brighter than the morning sky
and smile is fierce that soothes my pain like ice.
I never had a chance to say goodbye.
Frequently I think of you and sigh.

February 22, 2007

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