Today's poem is by Terry Blackhawk

Early Elegy
       

                                Of course, I know: it's time
to come to terms. You are ash, memory,
the grit and grain we scattered
from your painting spot onto the surface
of your beloved river, not far
from that small historic house
we came close to buying. Where I live now
I sit and look out from a three-season porch
much like the one you admired in Maumee.
You saw yourself making art there, grateful
for northern light from the un-curtained windows,
and sometimes I see you here, busy or laughing,
doing crosswords or finding new angles to sketch
among the rooftops and flower pots,
making ordinary days as ordinary people
who love one another are wont to do,
speculating about the breeze or the sky.

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from Maumee, Maumee
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