To Don and Vincent Both

(and Buddy in Between)

Those weathered faces lined in pain look out

Upon a world that surely would bring more.

The two of China Blue knew what’s in store,

You tried to tell, yet we were all in doubt.

That darkness that you knew within our souls

Was that from which you sought to set us free.

You’d wield that loving hand so we could see,

Yet all the while our silence took its toll.

From New Rochelle a bard would soon arise

To carry Vincent’s torch and try anew.

That vision turned to aural remonstrance,

Yet still we would not hear, we were unwise.

Sat we upon that levee, sans a clue,

Yet now, at least you taught us all to dance.

Frank Garnick