I wrote this poem for Paul Newman, resurrected it on behalf of a good man. We shall miss him indeed.
He walked the talk.

Movies, I Am & Pickles (2005)

In the narrowest conception called "I Am"
lives an unidentified source.
How this source appears is _______________
(By filling in your very own blank.)

I honestly know how exacting and detracting
this monumental task can be, daunting and haunting
remnant variations on a theme, not necessarily on
Paganini, but if you would follow any chronology,
it would seem to me, in the order of circumstances are
invested the earliest recollection of your investment
in the lock stock and barrel, (pickles, however, come free)
of what is most certainly deemed possible, yet highly improbable,
therefore what we have here is a couple of things:

"A failure in communication.", "What, you can't handle the truth.",
Taken out of context from a few good movies about cool hands and the gospel of Luke.

Peace Now. Love Always,
Anna Ruiz