it was a Midwestern lake
we went for a day of fishing
I remember a photo I took of him
in the water,
only his smiling face with a cigarette.
I realize now I loved him
an ease, a gentleness.
I don’t think we caught a single trout
but the water was cool and refreshing.
the summer’s day basked alongside us,
like so many he faded out of my life.
friendships like that are blessings,
smooth stones that kiss feet as
we ford the river of our time.