Ode To Gene Braun
With each spring the peepers make their song
Slowly as the evenings warm their voices rise
Signaling spring and the vibrancy of life around us.
We lost a song this spring -- Gene's song.
His note will climb with the others but rise upward to the heavens
We notice it missing, but shall always remember the sound.
A note that clings to us as we remain separated.
A song that reminds of community and solidarity.
A signal clear and piercing amid the noise.
I shall always hear your song amid the evening song of the peepers
You can continue to sing to me -- I will listen.
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