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Sonnet 47
Five of us from the office, as part of our Hanukkah dinner, wrote letters to each other. None of us are Jewish, by the way. We picked names from a hat, and I got Ingrid - Norwegian, model building master, spiritual office aunt, and the only one in the office with a dark, mysterious alter-ego. This poem is basically all inside jokes, but I am proud of it, and I’m glad I had the chance to put into words how much I appreciate my friendship with Ingrid.
My friend from over where black gold embraced white dust,
Where sky meets ground and bursts all hues, all times,
I write this poem to you because I must,
Our aunt, cool aunt, O your awesomeness shines.
Remember when you bathed your face with misted glue?
You handled it with grace and calm and oil.
Or when your shadow waked, darkly, too?
All sex and drugs, you fought her with great toil.
But as our time together nears the end,
I will remember you as kind, as fair,
Storyteller, singer, a hand to lend,
Of late nights here and there, of laughter shared.
I will miss you and all we did,
Quirky, funny, the best, Ingrid.
