Matt Mooney - Her Apollo

His characters all came alive,
Stepping on the stage of time:
The playwright and the poet,
Words flowing like good wine.

On the mall of the main street
His statue stands forever,
Cap in hand and in his stride
For his walk down by the river.

Passing the Apollo of her dreams
His widow softly touched him then,
Praising him to unseen angels
In hosts now taking care of him.

Matt Mooney

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