Nelson died
one cool spell in August,
too cool and too sudden
for his northern pride,
his sullied constitution
all weathered and beaten.
And sometimes the swelter
in the dead of summer
freezes our hearts,
stealing away breath
before the soul can eat.
If we forget to share
what Mother Heart brings,
inspiration leaves
(we hope not with Nelson),
and frozen wind descends.
INSTANT NOODLES 