A Harry Nilsson Poem
by Raymond Stiefvater
Back then I
saw Harry
as a comet that
you knew
just had to burn out.
Nothing — not anything
or anyone —
lasts forever,
least of all
flying rocks through space
or earthbound
troubadours.
Every Day Poems
Every Day Poems
by Raymond Stiefvater
Back then I
saw Harry
as a comet that
you knew
just had to burn out.
Nothing — not anything
or anyone —
lasts forever,
least of all
flying rocks through space
or earthbound
troubadours.
