Doc

I didn't know him well.
He was a Chiropractor
on Seventh Street, and he
made his rounds,
around the olde town.
He always had a story to tell,
and good bits of
knowledge dripped from
his mouth, if your ears had the time.
He had been around
the world and back,
and he enjoyed art in
all of its forms.
He commissioned a painting
from me once.
It was his idea for the
Smiling Buddha...
the cherry blossoms
lining the sides was my gift
to him.
He grinned from ear to ear
when we unveiled it.
Hung it on his wall and lit it up.
As the days passed,
I would run into him
on Seventh Street,
he always bought me a drink
and we would talk about life,
about Palmer, and future projects.
Colorful is a word that suits
ole Doc...
And we will miss seeing him
walk his rounds about town.
He was a Doc of the people.
He would take a twenty,
a chicken, or a beer for payment,
and leave you well adjusted.
Doc didn't have many judgements
because he understood shit.
He knew folks struggled,
and that they weren't all bad.
Doc Ducey
was a good friend to have.
He will be missed.