he would laugh at me for writing about him.
God bless Trinta...one of my first friends


Trinta

As a boy I heard he ran everywhere
Always declaring he was 30 kilometeres an hour
And so was named as Trinta.
His name was Joao.
He had an eye on everyones heart
His wits all about him.

We buried him today.
He was 52...

Our town frowned...
We let ourselves
Be so bereft...
So proud of him
So lucky...
Tomorrow will be strange
Without Trinta being witty.

Without his knowing look
Into eyes.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-10-10 at 02:46

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