The Ancient Modern

Here And In A Thousand /  Joshua Alan Sturgill                            

The woman on the patio looks
as you would have.  Her face

more rounded, creased
with all the junctions 

you would have untangled. 
Her arms and hips

a little heavier as she walks
through your portion

of the estate.  Her hands
flash and shimmer

in the afternoon sunlight,
making little birds 

of the gestures
you used to make.  

She speaks with your
compassionate smile

and that’s your music
in her voice. I thought

your absence would forever
be a silence. But now I see

how generous you are. Here
and in a thousand conversations

they go on living: all the words
you graciously left unsaid

All poetry and supplementary material: copyright 2022 by Joshua Alan Sturgill. All rights reserved.

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