Was a good friend
We got on well
None of that Yin and Yang
Just an infinite grey
We learned to understand
To play with and against

Settled down to stay in the surf
Bounding up like buddies
Call came today

Had a way of leaning
on fences, cars
Workers hands
Nail polishing
Used to never really have
much to do with others
In your sisters words

I recall the voices and the names
May 1st snow, a blackout, warm spring rains
The always-there and everything mundane
The weight of your hand
All that disappeared

Settled down to stay in the surf
Bounding up like buddies
Call came today

Night time will rise
up from the ground
It’s not from above
Opens like a mouth