Poetic Obituaries: I'm having a hard time expressing the

admiration I had for this man and poet, so I'll let his words stand in stead.

Just as the Inuit have many words for snow,
in some forgotten language
there is a word for the sound of the south wind
as it pushes across the tops of the ashes
and catches in the pine trees just beyond.

from Issa's Untidy Hut: Russell Libby: Rest in Peace

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