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Elegy for RCG
by Susan Scheid
after Naomi Shihab Nye
We are looking for your laugh
your smile with crinkled eyes
looking for a way back to it
through faded lavender.
Listening for your chime
in the wind,
hint of soprano bells,
feeling your touch
at the piano,
eyes half-closed
finger raised to keep time.
We see your ardent smile
at both sides of a day.
How was it, you lived
in everything we did,
all the music sung, strings
humming sorrows and victory,
amongst the chaos you both hated
and loved in us, all the dust
from our lives intersecting?
We look for you now in the notes
of a song we have written together
but forgot the words.
Your music poured into us
and those who come after,
seeds carried on the wind
chimes under the pecan trees.
Elegy for RCG
by Susan Scheid
after Naomi Shihab Nye
We are looking for your laugh
your smile with crinkled eyes
looking for a way back to it
through faded lavender.
Listening for your chime
in the wind,
hint of soprano bells,
feeling your touch
at the piano,
eyes half-closed
finger raised to keep time.
We see your ardent smile
at both sides of a day.
How was it, you lived
in everything we did,
all the music sung, strings
humming sorrows and victory,
amongst the chaos you both hated
and loved in us, all the dust
from our lives intersecting?
We look for you now in the notes
of a song we have written together
but forgot the words.
Your music poured into us
and those who come after,
seeds carried on the wind
chimes under the pecan trees.
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