Still you around, beyond the grave
Listening to Peter Tosh’s Mama Africa
I’m back with Mikey
My late friend (RIP)
Joyful discussions of Fully’s smile
“Hooting” is the word we used
For years spent
I’d head down on the train to see him in the country
& once there high on herb
Feeling Irie
& even once we were both forced to give it up
We could still access that vibe
Bouncing around whistling, humming on the beach ball
At Yarto, Bambra & at Boonah
Picking wild blackberries & eating with pancakes
& cream
Golden hours
Heavy guitars on Billie Jean
Delay of Igziabeher
My brother & me
& like the high that remained post smoking
The high exists now
Now we’re again being spoken of internationally
Even that you’re gone
I don’t feel melancholy thinking about loss
I feel joyous in our shared mythology
Still you around, beyond the grave
& our joint Irie
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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