banyan tree

Maruti Naik
May 26, 2024


my brother posted last night
on the family group
our friend passed
felled by a storm that
withered trunks
could not bear

and down came
all the swings
we had made
tying barnacles into knots
higher than the one
the year before
the sky closer
than the year before

no photos exist
of that tree
our friend now
exists only in
our memories
and in the stories
we tell
the legends we create
of what remains

my brother mentioned
that our dogs
have been howling
all night
the ghosts our friend
are now



Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write