Leo

I’ve never met you

You’ve left before a new discovery

You lion, you

 

Leo

My sign is cancer

A disease I hope I did not end you

Did you get my invite?

 

Leo

No bible tonight

No 72nd or lower down under

Make me a star

 

Leo

Your aging face

And little ones up there

It’s nice to be the singing song

I’ll never forget

The name plate I have written

 

Leo

Father

Art of the man

Should have bumped into you then

Was born too late

Perhaps too early

But now I’ve got Nine

And Nine more coming

 

Leo

I never saw your shadow

Or heard your footsteps on wood

I never sold you a painting

Or complained once or twice

 

Leo

For you

I make art

Tonight

 

 

 

 

© 1999 David Greg Harth

99.08.24.23:45:34@296 New York City

In Memory Of Leo Castelli