The Half-Inch Giant for Agha Shahid Ali

by D. K. McCutchen

Not a poet, me.
Never was,
But he listened kindly
Heard the tight throat
Dedicating words
To a beloved
Newly lost.
He said it
“Very poetic,”
Shocking me dry eyed.
And he giggled
And again,
Until I, laughing,
Missed the sound
The swish and clatter,
Even the echo
Of him.