the beginning

the light is dim and the air is cold
it is not the summer of 87 but the fall of two thousand and seventeen.
I stand at the door, resting my shoulder
in the moment.
Tanner boy on the ground saying bro
bearded Jack humming some whispers on the guitar
Jo grabbing the coat and not letting go of the brother
alberta, vancouver, south carolina, zimbabwe, california.
O, the van is still parked outside.
Al pal will be back
there is something of forever in each second the room smiles.
all there, together
probably the last time.
Jo not letting go
holding on for just another moment
and the goodbyes, the sad, like the last time
all together in the city of tears
how many tears have we dropped.
formed reformed, trusting the reformer; we go.