Colleagues who die br kept in my rolodex br alive in circulation br flipping round in ritual br procession, br propped up by the living. br br Looking for someone else br I sometimes encounter one of them br like a lone winter leaf still clinging to a tree br A silent abandoned phone number, a boarded up building br Touch the card like the Vietnam Wall br The name, the title, the unfinished business br A little flag saying I was here.