Indie... you were an inspiration

by all of us

No bigger than a New York minute
You lived your life of pain
Cancer the cause, methadone the cure
A double mastectomy could not end it
So small and quiet until ya got
Riled
I spent the better part of
All last winter getting to know ya
You told me about your parents
And Denali and your home state of Alaska
Of your success in Boulder
Until ya got sick
When I’d complain about the paper
You’d say
Go start a new one
Instead of Indie I always called ya
Destiny
Somehow I always got it wrong
But Independence ya were my destiny
For these words that I write
Are printed in the paper
Through God’s grace you helped
Start
I’ll never forget you Brittany
I mean that from the bottom
Of my heart
from,
all of us