Memini

*David Collins* Sadly missed.

Things he said.
No one can judge your work but you.
Hungry money never wins.
 
On the patio
I listen to
The whirr and click
Of insects
And watch
The sleeping street.
Once
I climbed nightly
To my rooms
At the top of
The stairs,
Once
Danced in places
I will never
Go back to.
 
The evening bird sings.
 
I sort through
Forgotten faces,
Unremembered names.
The car
I loved, drove
Across the country
And sold.
The white house
Where my mother
Planted zinnias.
The tulip poplar tree,
The porch swing,
Other summer nights.
 
Never hold back, he said.
Run flat out,
Run until you drop.