#and the absolute banger of a final stanza? iconic thank u lisa

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Dear One Absent This Long While

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss; everything blooms coldly.

I expect you. I thought one night it was you at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,

you in a shiver of light, but each time leaves in wind revealed themselves,

the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak. We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.

In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires over which young men and women leapt.

June efforts quietly. I’ve planted vegetables along each garden wall

so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.

I have new gloves and a new hoe. I practice eulogies. He was a hawk

with white feathered legs. She had the quiet ribs of a salamander crossing the old pony post road.

Yours is the name the leaves chatter at the edge of the unrabbited woods.

Lisa Olstein