where have you gone
my lefthanded son
we won't see you
around here again

where have you gone
o whistling boy
big child with
a quick shy grin

there's a place
where your absence
does roam in my heart
there's a place
where you are never gone
there's a place
where we used to
play catch in the yard
and goddamn but I just
feel so alone...


where is it you've gone
my wild only son
who never knew when
to say when

are you up
with that hawk
on that limb?
calling out?

is that you
in the breath
of the wind?