Child, if you care to remember
this world, this life
you dream like a path
of certain distance quickly
walked and centered on a hill,
if you care to open it like
watermelon in summer
or like a prayer box
bearing a constellation of crosses
and sunsets, I hope
you consider your father,
his overtures to death
his music, and like sunlight
through the sprinkler
on a simple greening lawn,
his smile.

JKK
1.10.2008