heres a beautiful poem about kwame brown that pretty much speaks to how we all feel here at the office, where we adhere to strict pro-kwame directives that come from very high up. But i wrote it from the heart:

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the unsure cartographies of innocence,
rendering man and child together with each breathing

i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands