In celebration of Dave Clapp's
 32 years at L-S

A voice is leaving
       the chorus,
  one that hit the highest notes
of character, the melody
           of decency, and a tempo
    so measured, it actually helped
keep the universe
            on celestial track. He was a
                      guy content
             to pull with
     others, however common the task,
doing his

     share, or standing all
          night in the bucket brigade,
                          as I imagine,
just passing hand to hand,

         he was that type, not a man
of solos, but of the chorale,
       who tried to change the world
                       by getting it
      to sing together, and
             may even have succeeded,
        voice by voice.

February 13, 2001

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