I am a worshipper of flowing and would like to entrust my sins to the waters, let them be carried to sea. ~ Milosz

Old Ursus - gazing out at me, Your faithful reader; and now gone Beyond, where I too will follow Eventually -

I hold your book of poems - Poems that gushed or trickled Out of you over a span of seventy Odd years,

Before you spread out into A grand estuary, one of the Truly wise in a long century Of madness -

And I read them attentively, In order that I too may learn from This how to worship all things Always flowing.