Where are they now?
I would say that
Dead they are more alive
Than they were in life
When they were as close
As my shadow, as taken
For granted, loping a little
Ahead or behind.
They became what
They longed for: bones.
I see them now,
Zia and Nova and Red.
Where did that moment go
When I knelt down and,
Shivering with a love
For what they were
Just a symbol of, …