by Bobi Leutschaft Poitras

Dear Marty, I Tried to Paint You

I can’t believe nine years have passed 
Since you turned 58
Twelve days before our broken hearts
Collapsed before your fate

I think about you every day
And miss you even more
What I would give to raise my head
And see you at my door

We’d speak of all that’s going on
(You’d have a lot to say!)
Of climate change, AI, and war – 
A philosoph’s buffet

We’d argue and you’d roll your eyes
And then we’d have a laugh
But now I sit and argue with
Myself on your behalf

It isn’t nearly as much fun
But it’s what I can do
As I contemplate your portrait
As incomplete as you

May 20, 2024

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