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Maureen N. McLane

 


ROAD / HERE NOW

 
I think of you here
because I thought of you here
before. Otherwise
I never think of you


except on a summer drive
that echoes the drive
I took the day after
I heard you died


except when I see
the red skirt
I wore that day
the day you finally
kissed me


a read skirt
I now see
only in pictures
from a long-ago trip
to the Pyranees
the skirt I wore
to your party


In the middle of the party
here's death

is what I thought
when we saw our friend
lying on the bare road
by her smashed bike


She's alive
in the Berkshires.
So many are alive!
More are dead.


Strange thing
to survive to discover
you will live
till one day it's over
no more to discover
no more rounding back
to this ongoing living
avoiding till you don't
that specific rock

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poems from THIS BLUE by Maureen Lane. Copyright (c) 2014 by Maureen Lane. Reprinted by permission of Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.

 

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