June 1987

To Kim Probst

(a friend at Erie)

I try so hard

to reach you

every chance I use

to save you

yet you do not care

to use your words

“Why do you worry?

I don’t worry about myself.”

if you were drowning

and I threw you a line

you would grab it

hold it

and live

please

oh please my friend

see the line

I throw you now

and live

please