Kashka

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Kashka Georgeson, poet and friend, died suddenly last month. I wrote and read this poem at her wake.

Today the sun shone on you, Kashka.
Clouds of the north, sunlight of the world.
Golden on our tears, as we said goodbye.
Kashka, you made it shine.

Today your friends shone on you, Kashka.
Fabulous, glitterfilled, purple and gold,
Rebels, queers, revolutionaries
Kashka, you made them shine.

Today the world shone on you, Kashka.
Yesterday you showed us how to see the world,
Tomorow, and always, we'll see with your eyes.
Kashka, you made us shine.

◄ limerick, after "air and light and time and space"

My auntie met a soldier ►

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