For Dennis
If I were to draw
a line between you
and me it would
have to climb up the edge
of a frozen universe
wind broken and nameless,
it would have to run
back inside time
through a small boy
watching white strands
of salty hair
caress his father's face,
and it pause
on leaf-stained stairs
listening for the ragged
notes of memory
dragging it gently through
a firefly forest
in early November,
and it would have to flow
on and on
until the earth
would blacken
inky with the living cord
stretched between us

© J.L.Stanley