MY CHERISHED ICON
More beautiful
than Cliopatra,
and more valued
than Stonehenge,
my deceased wife
could have danced
better than Ginger
dancing with Fred.
Compassionate
as a Zen Monk
and unsurpassed
as an artist, she
was a work of art
who created beauty
wherever she went.
A moment spent
with her was a glimpse
into the nothingness
she always made
into something.