I made a zine- a tiny folded form of story telling

Very handy for when the heart is over flowing

And it reguires a form of conveyance

To complete it’s rotation.

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I made a zine to give to my friend’s son

A leprechaun of a fellow- in a jaunty hat

He is going bald

( like his dad)- our friend- 10 years older-

Who had recently slipped to the other side.

But my heart needed to make a personal marker

Hense the zine-

Which tells of a faithful stop watch-

The same watch that his son says he now has

As he too had wanted to time his wifes contractions-

Thus confirming once again- spirit is here

Winking and giggling- whispering “do you get it”?