Wednesday, November 16, 2011


image by alex shapiro


It’s rare for a day to go by
when the full moon of my father's
wise glow does not envelope my life.
In the best of ways.

His complicated essence: often funny,
sometimes quietly tortured,
perpetually intellectual,
always kind, weaves a path
through the music I create,
much in the way my seaside existence
is reflected in so many notes.

It is unavoidable.
It is resonant.
It flows.
It is permanent.

And it is valued,
and loved,

Alex Shapiro

Posted as prose over on her site Notes From the Kelp
Line breaks by Glenn Buttkus.

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