The Dogpoet
I sat down with my quiver of superlatives at the ready after having read the news on Michael's pages, ready to bring to bear my out-sized vocabulary on such an amazingly well-deserved bestowment.
Instead, nothing. But then out of the Nothing comes a visceral happiness for my friend, Michael; a sense of reassurance that sometimes the world works how it should; a feeling of loss (that I will put off until after he leaves San Francisco); a sense of historical import: today will be one of those days that defines Before- and After-times.
I'm so very happy for him. The world is a better place because of the Dogpoet.