It is my constant companion
reaching out to touch my
community of friends
rendering them thin
binding us to the same end
but with different paces
step by step, we rise to fall
into the memories of others
Frederick K Foote
Travels With C by Frederick K Foote
Saragun Springs 
Haunting–I often find myself in these gatherings of the mind. Well done!
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Fred
You are brilliant. A friend of my mother’s named her cancer Roy. For a bas boyfiend.
Leila
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Great picture of some cool critters!
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Frederick
You really know how to end your poems with a bang not a whimper.
“…we rise to fall / into the memories of others” with no end punctuation is brilliant.
Dale
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So much depth in so few words. Unsettling. The final two lines are pitch perfect. But at least we do live on in the memories. Until those people are also gone.
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