I heard
your enthusiasm echoing in the
shrill wind
from between the branches
of the lone pine tree
standing still
brushed with the dew
crying in discongruent
pain
the abject misery
of an incomplete
raga
the heroes of sound
leaving too soon
the laughter
of my mother's dad
the joy of father Phil
who ate so much
who chuckled so hard
today I miss my son
missing because
of a legal agreement
hidden because my voice
is louder
than yours