A police sergeant
stopped by the house this afternoon
with my son’s wallet
and an accident report
we don’t ever have to read.
He’d been first at the scene that night,
then sat in our living room
while my wife called me
in Los Angeles.
Today, I offer him a cup of coffee
and hope he’ll stay with us for a moment.
bussokuseki 
stillness within coffee steam’s silence
Thanks for reading, Brenda.
I’m so very sorry. My heart goes out to you and to your wife. Nothing more I can say but to sit with this as well.