hurry back (for leah)

together we sat

under your picture window

overlooking the highway

that turns at the lights

and winds north out of town

your son was in the laundry basket

or upside-down on the couch

or in the chair, feet on ears

my sister watched him

like it was the last time

i didn't want to touch you

or i would cry

but i'm no buddhist --

i'm going to feel this --

so i did

and i do,

and i will,

but this is getting old

this saying good-bye

this praying see you soon

your eyes brimmed with light

as my feet shuffled down your porch

the paper towel blew off

the food you gave me

i snatched it back

but i can't do that to you


















faraway friends, let's meet at emily's