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 and it would have to run back inside time through a small boy watching white strands of salty hair brush his father's face and it would have to pause on leaf-stained stair listening for some 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