My Uncle’s Red Vest

There is a red vest
Hung out on my laundry line
Billowing in the wind
That is my uncle
Or all that is left of him
You never knew him. You should have
He danced like the wind
Blowing us all away
With his intensity
For a life
He loved to live
But which failed him
He was called away
Way too soon
And I am left
With this red vest.

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