In late August, the wind blows dust
And a plastic bag flaps.
Perhaps this little rhyme of ending summertime
May engage on yellowing page
When I am below
And can not know
For the hearse
Takes all verse,
Though poems may stay.
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K Morris - Poet 
I hope your poetry lives on, Kevin. And that you are with us for many years to come.
Thank you, Vivienne. You are very kind. I hope you also are with us for many years to come and that your work survives into the future.
Thank you, Kevin.