On
the way
to Spanish Springs
we stopped
to pay
our last
respects

Henry’s ashes
had just been
interred
at Our Mother
of Sorrow
Catholic Cemetery

N’ I’ll
never forget
the feelin’
I felt
that August
afternoon
as I
studied
my spit shine
wingtip reflection

While Henry’s
baby brother Jim
struggled to sing
Blind Willie’s
‘Statesboro Blues’