After the Rain

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After the Rain

A friend is
gone,
and the moment is
empty.

An icy shore
scoured by bitter
winter winds
holds no memories.

Come the spring
rain, voice and thoughts
once lost
will return.

John Coltrane says it will be alright.

Thoughts while listening to John Coltrane during the drive home from Erie, having bid farewell to a dear friend.
Photo: Lake Erie winter shoreline, Presque Isle State Park, Erie, Pennsylvania

For Dave

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23 thoughts on “After the Rain

  1. Beautiful poem, and well said, Ken. I’m sorry again for the loss of your friend.
    The photo is so stark and bleak, but you know there is life there underneath the snow.
    (My in-laws lived in Erie for a brief time.)
    The Coltrane makes me tear up. It seems bittersweet, but ends on a hopeful note.

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  2. Thank you.
    He lived 100 yards from the lake, very near to the entrance to Presque Isle. Any time I visited him, I also went into the park. It’s such a nice place.
    I hear the same in the music.

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