to friend dave, who recently left this world

ink paper door enter
cigarette hall smoke and time
of ancestral novelty
of clichés and tales
of beer drunk footsteps
echoing on bridges
of hands clapping to
improvised poetry
of breathing white
inside choked laughter
and then
One day after
a minuscule epoch
we hear you’ve left
behind
a trail of light right (there)
and it’s all so (simple).
big heart
this is for you.