from Simon Pettet

Dear wise laconic outlaw straight-talking poet and friend and hero and brother, in rural Maine, in NYC (rarely but occasionally), in Riva (I hear Franco's pronunciation, "Jeem"), in Milano, in Bologna, in 'bio-regional" Italy, in my history, in my dreams (footsteps of the coyote), on the pages, with laughter, with a bottle of whiskey, sincere and no bullshit - hey Jim, sending love out to you,

sending azure blue skies and passing clouds, midnight black night and stars, wood smoke and children and music - on your journey 

 

- Simon P