He spoke to me on his cell phone
As he walked from his apartment to the rehearsal hall.
Twenty minutes that was my allotment.
And then a fast good bye
as he buzzed himself into the theatre.
I expected no more.
He was PJ
who deigned to give me as much time
as my limited creativity warranted.
Of course I solved his problems–that was my job,
To get him past the boring,
unnecessary necessities of dealing with
every matter that wasn’t worth his time.
But he never failed to ignite
A spark of inspiration,
An excitement for new thoughts,
boy genius of theatre.
Dead at 40.
a flock of Scottish sheep from an oncoming, speeding lorry.