To Bose and Abdul

and so we were told
of a tribe of whit
and pride and witt,
and love and wrinkle
and songs and chants
and age and second chances
and wisdom that sprinkles
and pores into a vase
as soil
for seedlings to bloom.

and you to whom
this is for-
the dreamer
who becomes a sinner
who was once a saint
who was once a lover
who is now alone
who may die a giver
who may be unknown
on his tombstone.

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