threnody for "Pinky" Imbriglio drowned at the quarry’s ledge

why is it now that I see you

ripple in still water –– flesh

a muted grey, the value

of raw granite?

with what invitation did still

water call to saturate your early lungs?

your dark eyes set deep in youth

are darker now, more deeply set. the fading

wavelet marks you drowned

in the calmness of the water.