To my professors above, shrouded in love by now:

The cloud, now in glory, of witnesses-

You guys all still talk to me daily
As if you are still working from above–what’s up friends. Tell me what i need to know!

To mend it all into Glow!
Writing your books with more love now, I’m sure
To us who are still strangers in this land. Thanks for that. And more
That you want to keep guiding us while here, wherever we all are.
Just so you know, when you died,
I never felt an interruption in
Our talks together.
And what ongoing chatter and texts
You guys send!
I hear it within. And your humor

has gotten better and more needed now (whenever now is)

What a great rattle and joke you guys keep telling!

Keeping us alive, as you converse with us. And thanks

for letting us overhear your chatter! Like

old St John overheard His prayer rant-just before He went-

which must’ve saved us all

I’m sure.

You guys and gals are cool-

thanks for talking shit with me today,

as i’m sure we are all fools.