Elegy for Sammy

I prefer to remember something simple
like finding you sitting cross-legged

on my unfertilized crabgrass lawn at one
o’clock in the morning staring at Cassiopeia

between wild tufts of bracken fern & the tender
Pleiades blinking back down on your last bad trip
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