i was
smoothed out at the
corner convergence
of the kitchen counter
coffee leaning
in blessed contemplation
cozy cottage comfort
with
frank sinatra crooning
it was a very good year
feeling quite unhaunted
when my eyes saw him
an apparition
emerging from a ray of sunlight
coming through the back storm door
he walked past the kitchen window
november breezeway cool
smoking a cigarette
wearing a brown fedora
and a blue windbreaker
smiling
looking down
with his back straighter
than i remember
and his fingers less gnarled
granddaddy
my heart needed you today
it was good to see you again