return

from hopping overseas
to asia land.
too brief a stay to comprehend
but long enough to see some friends
and that is where the world is.

hard winter

took a friend as I held his feet.

his body gave in to eternal sleep while we stood and said his name out loud
and told old story that would make him proud
to have stayed
but the breath said, "no."
"it is this man's sweet time to go."