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    • Andrew Kim

    Posted on | September 12, 2005 | No Comments

    Andy was a firefly
    collecting teardrops from the ether
    to water marigolds
    gift-wrapped in a Perrier bottle.

    Andy was lavender
    raising his arms heavenward
    to photosynthesize
    sunshine and God into aromatic energy.

    Andy was a blue finch
    singing the melodies we buzzed to
    in Schapiro Hall honeycombs
    on 116th and Broadway.

    Andy was a prophet,
    a palomino of pure gold,
    who broke the seal with sunflowers
    and spirited me from my tomb
    to snow pillow-topped pastures on silent nights in the Quad.

    Andy was the man I should have married
    when I had the chance
    but everyone said girls like me
    don’t like guys like him
    and we believed them.
    They were wrong.

    Andy was the person I always wanted to be.

    Andy was a butterfly
    cocooned in a cubicle on the 93rd
    and crushed when the lights went out
    on September 11th.

    For Andy (1975-2001)

    Category: a musing

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