Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

For Irving Layton

Irving Irving
smoked your words
drank your thoughts
Greek Isle bliss

East end streets
rugged brick
winding steel to heaven
heavy snow and bagel crust

how many have fallen
swaggering gaze
wild mane in the breeze
summer dress in the wind

Old as Pablo
every step a word
on Montreal verse
now to rest....to rest

Keep him remembered, artguy... apparently few others will. Such is the fate of poets...