Formal Absence of Precious Things

Formal Absence of Precious Things

A Poem by Reilley

Though drowned for three decades

she steps fresh as creation

from the broken glass doors.
And then I remember, in that instant
that she is dead, and I am not,
this is another century, so
this must be another girl,
a newly minted stranger,
one with whom I will never speak.


I am awash in emotion -
not loss exactly
but a very particular awareness
of my own duration.


I see a beggar leaning against 
a jewlery store facade, 
his head pressed against the windows.
In those windows are small, empty pedestals
formal absences of precious things
now locked away for the night.

His legs wrapped in brown paper
look vaguely medieval,
a knight crafted from office materials.

He is the color of pavement, 
his very race in question,
yet when he looks up at me 
my own eyes peer out from his tangle of curls.


The girl who drowned so very long ago
settles down to my mind’s bottom,
swept down in a swirl of toffee hair
and less hurtful memories
to where my youth turns gently
in its accustomed tides
and I am more comfortable that way.

© 2011 Reilley


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Reilley
Reilley

Dedham, MA



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Author of 'Grief Tattoos - Poems of Rage & Redemption' from Big Table Publishing. more..

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