Gray and Muted Landscape

Jim Harrison said that it's a writer's duty to speak for those who can't for themselves---and so today, I'd like to go ahead and speak for my dear, dear friend, who died last fall. He very much wants to know how it is that a man who ran marathons through the tough old trees and overlapping meadows for decades and decades could fall so hard to a yard full of pine cones. To moldy peaches beneath the windowsill. To the universe of dust wrapping around the clock.

in the sycamore grove

beer bottle caps

staring at the stars