Transparency
You were opaque to me that first summer All smooth surfaces, firm limbs And eyes that glimmered like the evening sea I moved along the edges seeing My own face in twin mirrors The angle of your approach Observation drew me deeper The long scar—white testament To a fight you wouldn’t lose An arm broken before resolve The particular shape Hours of effort gave your hands I have gathered all these signs The face of a child who had your name A summer of wild-water grief The whisper of...