The color of crystal
a poem for Horace Seldon at his 85th birthday
In nineteen and sixty eight
an oracle whispered to you
do right by John Brown’s promise
the earth shook
itself off and said
fine, begin to undo, new
you drive east
organize Boston
against the wind
Jimi Two Feathers drums
Yvonne poems a future
white becomes a color
two thousand and eight
you still beacon up hills
tracing landmarks
the shop with a parasol of freedom
still stands
a tall man
in a compact body
twinkling
your eighty five years
we special you now.
love to you Horace,
Becky Thompson
From niece Rosalie Murdock – Song makes me think of Horace; in his honor: Day is Done
Card with Navajo prayer from Geoffrey Brahmer