so very affable
to a most beloved extreme
that in hearts
is dear daring Paolo
his baldy humor dares to delight
with such a sweet and sleepy gaze
swimming slowly into focus
how could I fight
as I so enjoy this label Friend
when I think of his words and wit
to the next junction of madness
with my words he baits..................
(January 28, 2007)
Author's Notes/Comments:
I found this buried in some of my old poetic notes and was surprised that It was completed. I had forgotten about my old quirky Italian friend Paolo. He was so funny and strange but totally enjoyable to chat with. He claimed he could not speak English but he had taught himself in chat to type it by chatting with the British and the Americans. He use to make me laugh and laugh and I really enjoyed my conversations with him but then one day he just up and disappeared. I never learned what had happened to him. My Mom said for all you know he could have been killed in a car accident or some such. Which could have been true. I had nearly forgotten him until this poem appeared in my poetry notes. Anyway, I had to give him his tribute so even though this poem is not shall we say par to none or anything of the sort I wanted to dedicate it to him and let the world know he was an interesting and entertaining on line friend for about a year and a half of my life. I toast a glass of Merlot to you Paolo wherever you are....................
