Morning on the Street

Crisp December first,

Soul having flown suddenly

From the still badger.

For Ed Porawski

Ed Porawski – photo courtesy of Reno Blues Society

To your enriching my life,

To your hugs, your warmth –

Suddenly goodbye.

He told her that it’s

Like death when it happens.

She’d like to scream, can’t.

Smokers, partiers’

Hotel hall noise as my sleep

Falls into nightmares.

You, in the garden

Paused and looked me in the eye

Before you moved on.

“Let’s not sugarcoat:

It was always about death.”

Friend’s words knife through me.