He loves us all, each night, his body
mirrored in a hundred, thousand stabs
of light. His dusky eyes and cool blue hands

hover above us as we lie in separate
mountain meadows, by our cows, or sheltered
in soft valleys by the banks of slow rivers.

Each one of us feels the glorious glide
of his long arms through our black, glossy
hair; each awakes to sudden loss: he’s not there.
 
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Susan Firghil Park has worked as a psychotherapist and editor and lives on the Necanicum river estuary in Seaside, Oregon. Her chapbook, Estuary Light, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2005. She is currently a student in the low-residency MFA program of Pacific Lutheran University's Ranier Writers Workshop.
E-mail: spark at freedomnw dot com
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