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Maybe it's all the changes happening in my life, but the passing of Daniel Thompson seems a particularly sad event. Talk about a civic champion. I wish I could link to the article about him in the PD, but they don't have the link up yet. I've found a good one that ran in Northern Ohio Live, but the one in the paper captures more of the poet warrior vibe. Daniel was part of ArtCrimes, which is archived at Steven B. Smith's site where I found this:

To Sleep and Forget by Daniel Thompson To sleep and forget The evening sky The promises of the city I lie, fallen roses Round my bed White flowers drawn From my sick breath By hand, though No sleight of hand Can take away the pain Take heart, I say And the heart is taken Its sleight of breath Extends the poetry of flesh Returns love to the earth Where the hand Again dreaming Writes in the dust

Sleep well and forget, Daniel. We'll be awake and remember, and carry on your work.