short poem to a long dead friend

 
 
flower ripped by its roots  
from the earth
 
the longing of longing long
gone
 
clouds part
 
the day falls from the
sky
 
standing out back on the  
patio
 
thinking of the sounds of
seagulls overhead  
 
the carnival coming to  
Paterson field on a warm  
May evening
 
finishing a good book  
and feeling like you're  
saying goodbye to an
old friend
 
time slips unnoticed  
out the back door  
 
and falls into the cracks
on the sidewalk and
disappears
 
Tim,
 
the summer showers
have returned  
 
       and I strain to hear your
       name called through  
       the raindrops