Here you will find the Poem Blue Stone of poet Larry Levis
Someday, when you are twenty-four and walking through The street of a foreign city... Let me go with you a little way, Let me be that stranger you won't notice. And when you turn and enter a bar full of young men and women, and your laughter rises, Like the stones of a path up a mountain, To say that no one has died, I promise I will not follow.
