it is the echo
of myself I want
to talk to
now out
of the ashes
to tell me
how this story-frond
unfurls
replicated boys
gather over and over
brotherly lovely
grief stilled
in peripheral urns
boxed and bound
banter ricochets
across rooms
or via satellite
everyone ends up
laughing at the same
songs the winning score
when my tall son smiled
near the end of his season
after another 3 points
years of bleachers
hidden sorrows
grave visits mellowed
tell her she knew
how to grow into
this future self
let her in on a secret
the story is easy
follow the path
