For Greg, Jr. (2001-2007)

Here’s something I just composed on the spot in memory of Greg, Jr., my late little buddy:

This Light Branch

for Greg, Jr. (2001-2007)

Taking a page from your mother’s book
of secrets,
you avoided for a time the urge
to deliver.

I can remember standing
between two trees,
a tree myself,
watching your watching:

black glass reflected
in black glass;
disaffected heart
to disaffected heart.

This I know:
sight must be the envy
of flowers —
who swim up to your smell.