Bio Note: Raised and nurtured in the Susquehanna River Valley of Upstate N.Y., I’ve written poetry since my youth. Approaching my seventieth year, I’ve committed to publishing some of these poems. Since joining Verse-Virtual last year, I’ve enjoyed reading the poems in each issue as well as the Quote of the Day. Last Spring, I published my poem, “UVALDE, in Memoriam,” in the online publication, Common Sense for the Eastern Shore, and was honored by the chance to share the link with V-V’s vibrant community of writers.
We wait for our names to be called one at a time all in our inside-out blue gowns with the terrible necktie backsides flapping on the cool chairs hands folded quiet nods of recognition this satellite pod citizens now of the no longer here but the not quite there we wait acolytes humbled by the care sitting shiva in a certain state of grace slim and tall in sterile whites the radiologist calls my birth name crossing it off the roster as I answer “Here.” My friends looking up hope in their eyes as I stand and rise exiting There
©2022 Skip Bushby
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