Chris

Mike Bell/ August 27, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments

Here he still sits,
long-legged,
with his foreigness,
to all of us;
the loudness
of the household,
his to maintain,
even after
just three beers,
even when
no longer here.

Chris Bell b.1961 d.2009
Nezer Sereni, Israel.