the candle flickers
the glass empties itself
the wind rustles the flag outside my window
and my thoughts are with you
old friend
you put aside my book to write
to tell me of your heart
memories, you say
of what and who we were, are
you ask when will I return
my company, you say
you sorely miss
I see you
old friend
in a picture on my shelf
your beard now grey
I think
and your hair thin
much like mine
not like in LA
the car ride up Topanga Canyon
at two in the morning
to see a woman we both loved
you huddled on the floor in back
while I drove one-handed
a bottle of scotch in the other
we were crazy then
but somehow survived
you long to hold me close
you say
and I, too, cling to air
we need to share a glass
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Leonard Durso 
I like the way this works. Although it has specific and personal references, it was the same time universal. As was the Li Bai original I presume.
Thanks, John. I had hoped that would be so.
By the way, I couldn2t find a way to comment on your blog so I’m writing here to say I’ve put your book on my wish list at amazon for my next shipment to Turkey. And I might add I really like these work related poems you’ve posted so far.
How very nice of you Leonard. Thank you.
My pleasure. I look forward to getting it and reading it.
I really like this one, a lot!!!
Thank you, Resa.