Michael Bassis I lost a friend todayOr maybe 500 who can not see me.Really not lost, just newly “out of reach”Parked in the “ethernet” far far away. On one of Shakespeare’s April birthdaysI once called my sadness forth.For when sorrows come they comeNot single spies, but in battalions.  When will I see Frost’s woods again?Or see … Continue reading Three words for Michael