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For Brian Jones (Written on the occasion of his death, 1969)

For Brian Jones

As a blue balloon scudding into slate clouds
As a child’s bright paper kite going up and up
Into the clearest of skies until you cannot see
Even the faintest speck of it against the immense blue
And it’s evening, cool and distant, and your mother
Across the brindle summer fields calls you and
You cut the string and run all the way home laughing
While the kite somewhere very far away fades and
Then your own footsteps vanish and you are running
Into shadows lacing the sides of a dusty road
Alone in the center of nowhere mirrored by pools of rain. . .
. . . A phantom faded into its own echo . . .
. . . A candle gone out in white water . . .
The darker waters . . . Rushing . . . The silences
And we are left here, somewhere,
Wondering what became of him . . . The river does not answer
As a blue balloon swirling through the floss clouds
As a leaf uncurling in the blue early sunlight
The poem may touch pure sunlight
As he touches pure sunlight and silence,
Gentle, opening, as a song blooms
Outward into the terrible distances
Going home into the universe
Going home

2 July 1969, The Green House, Berkeley California


The Rolling Stones – 2000 Light Years From Home with Bill Wyman, Brian Jones, Charlie Watts, Keith Richards, and Mick Jagger

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  • pbird August 2, 2022, 11:31 AM

    Ha! I love the conjunction with the song!

  • anonymous August 3, 2022, 7:08 AM

    Ooh the story is better than the poem–you have polished up well!

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