For Dead Tom CopelandPosted: July 22, 2012
I found your clear, plastic ruler
between the pages of a book
I bought for $2. Oriental poetry.
Your straight lines in black, red and green,
the stars and brackets marking
the words of Li Po that fired your mind.
From the margins your ideas rise so clear.
“Do nothing – not nothing to do.”
Text and notes joining here and now
in my mind, measuring, marking
studying the way Li Po and you and me
joined mind to Mind.