THE HOLY FOOL (for Mike Amado, 1974 - 2009)
Tapping congas in a red shirt,
he brought music to all of us
from ordinary life
where magic does not rule.
Non-listeners did not challenge him
when he uttered his poems
directly from an open heart.
He was wiser than his years.
A transplant failed
and years in dialysis taught him
how to blur out time
when needed,
how to fly like an eagle
above his body.
He brought me back to youth
when animals and gypsies caught fire
and those who witnessed
became Holy Fools.
He was one, too,
turning ruin to beauty,
his mortal pain soaring
on careful wings.
--Carolyn Gregory, 1/3/09
Hi guys... I was a friend of Mike's. I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote in tribute of him. You can find it at Broken Mannequin in the post Kidney Dance (For Mike Amado). He will be missed.
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