you are on my heart, my friend.

This time
this year

I am thinking
about my grandfather

hearing my
laugh
just before he
passed

I was
not there
in my carbon

but my
laughter
had
stayed

and
hung
around
in
spoiled air

and
drifted
by

Francis Bernard Beaubien

as
he decided
to soar.

-- written by ennui.