I'm sorry I took too long to respond to your last letter
in which you expressed your desire to visit
with assurances that you no longer did
I've always hated that I found out
from your mother's family holiday letter
which came nearly a year after
you took your own life
on the previous
New Year's Day....
No wonder you had to be so extreme in talent,
so piercing in pain to penetrate such callousness:
After 35 years, I still find you in the cold winter sky where
lingers omni potently
And in the hawk who spirals effortlessly
as I write this,
from my sight.
Given your ethereal state
that the waves created
into my life
ripple silently, anonymously,
It was quite a career!