I’ve taken my time to think about Reuben Jackson and our friendship, his poetry, his magnanimous spirit with boundaries, and his love of music, especially jazz.
I tend to take years to craft poems about loved ones who’ve passed away and many more years to bring myself to a point where I can read those poems without crying, or mostly not crying. With Reuben, it was different. The day I learned he passed away, I wrote a poem.
Just one stanza.
It was all immediate and expressed sadness but it was more about his spirit.
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I won’t get too much into the happiness he had discovered over the last several years, but it was a joy to hear him so happy — lighter in spirit.
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