Bio Note: I have been teaching high school for 18 years at Bacon Academy in Colchester, CT. My first collection, Still Here, was published in 2019. Most of my recent poetry focuses on a terrible tragedy. My son, Ben, just 20 years old, lost his life in an accident on New Year’s Eve, 2018. I have appeared in Verse-Virtual, Amethyst, Red Eft, Praxis and others. I live in Coventry, Connecticut with my wife Teri, my children, Becca and Daniel, a bunch of chickens, and our beloved dogs, Cloudy and Ripple.
In an early afternoon late in February, the light hits just right On the boots left thirteen months ago, spit shined and gleaming. The weak winter sun reveals a thin layer of dust that no petty officer would allow. Pineapple, the cat idly plays with the laces not knowing (or caring) to whom they belong.
Still Here - part two
The Things that never can come back, are several – #1515 -Emily Dickinson …some go, others remain after the fallen leaves. -The Fallen Leaves II -John L. Stanizzi The afternoon sun touches the headstone and obscures the black lettering that marks your presence. I’m here with you, trying to make sense of this… …and failing. It seems impossible, the way the gentle golden light fills the shadows until they disappear, as impossible as you and I here, alone, quiet, so still that I can hear leaves falling, rustling red, yellow, and green in the peaceful breeze. And even without being able to see the black letters, or the Jewish star inscribed in the alabaster, as the late afternoon transitions to twilight I know, without doubt that you are here with me, still.
©2021 Sam Norman
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