September 22, 2004
For Nelson: not a week has passed
since you left us. That I haven’t
Missed your guileless southern smile
Your pile of shoes on the brick
Wall in the ivy-lined house
On the cobble-stoned square
In the Meat Packing District.
Had I known you wouldn’t stay.
I’d never have chastised you for
Your eye in the video camera,
And not on the world we were
Inhabiting so enjoyably.
You were there before these
Nosy hordes, Nelson—they
Will never know the joy you
Engendered in all of us, and how much
We all loved you!
Your own Sylvia Miles
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