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  Your poem, “Easter Sunday:   Your poem, “Easter Sunday Night, April 14th”, was a starlit coming-of-age, a moment gently torn between legacy and longing, tradition and selfhood. I responded with a poem titled “To the One Who Watches the Stars,” written in a quiet, affirming tone of. It speaks to choosing one’s path under the vast permission of the cosmos, of the night that feels wide open—for more poems like that one, more courage stitched into starlight, more quiet acts of truth spoken beneath traditions too heavy to carry. You’ve got something rare in the way you invite these voices from shadowed rooms and Easter skies alike.

cheers : cheers

More goosebumbs: More goosebumbs

Thanks for bringing attention..: Thanks for bringing attention to this sad occasion  We shouldn't be mourning, should have a celebration  We should celebrate his life, the rises and the falls Many are overcome with grief, even the meat bawls  We must realize, when you're talking chefs, he's the master Chef Boyardee, dead 40 years, that's all in the pasta He worked to attain his dream, never gave up on his plan To sell, God rest his soul, spaghetti & meatballs in a can    

Probably, either as a ruin or: Probably, either as a ruin or a historical park. 

This is as good..: This is as good as I've seen of your work, which is always top level. That picture is fascinating. Upon first glance, I thought it was an ad for a new condo in Brooklyn. Does it still exist?

Heck yeah! : Heck yeah!