John Severn, 1935 to 2019

Uncanny man! Who else could earn the label now?
He could have been irascible, but wasn't, even though
The world hadn't been prepared for him. Unshaven
In a clean-cheeked age, without a briefcase
Or the urge to molder in some Levittown, he
Mentored those of us who had, who'd showed up
After being out of step became acceptable. Always
Smiling, always, somehow, knowing somewhat more
Than we, but ill-disposed toward condescension,
Drinking buddy without peer, iconoclast as family
Man, a kimchi fancier (of course), he was, as all
Who knew him knew, a most uncanny man.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-16 at 20:18

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