there is only one and there will always be only one paul squires.
there was so much he had to give, and give he did.
he always had a handful of something
jewelled intuitions and memory pearls and ribbons of rainbows
and with the smooth pebbles rumbling in his pocket
you could hear him coming from a distance
one must come to terms with any profound and monumental loss. this one is really gonna take some time
i remember him especially on his birthday, a day, nov 19, which from now on will be featured in my calendar as paul squires day. an international holiday written in bright green. no one works on this day and yet everyone gets paid.
but mostly, i came here to remember that what he gave to me was a wonderful world, full of color and music, people and ideas and creative genius. and here is louis armstrong to sing about it.
dedicated to paul, a great writer and friend, and a gentleman i shall never forget
and to all of the people he loved and who loved him
