Well, ashes to ashes then.
But the three of us—your sons, scattered to separate lives— one way or another we carry you on, this eye, this fist within.
Sean
Every Moment
Sun warms one side of the alley. A young woman smiles at me, surprised by her new beauty. Sex, tenderness, cobblestones. Once I was a Venetian with my last gold coin. Once I broke my vows and left the Order. Arms around her legs, the blue milk crate on which she sits, the kitchen door propped open with a mop—every moment like this.
Portland
For Tamey
Drove over the bridge today, saw the water far below and once again imagined your last jump— desperation, pain, relief, a twist of gallantry across your face, your final bow to the truth you always told me to tell. You sure as hell saved my life. Tamey, I could never say goodbye. I miss you. I wish you could have played with Finnegan.
Rough cloth, the gathering of giant ferns woven together, supple, bending, energy moving up your spine, mind dancing in the night, Palm Tree Exercise.
Kailua