RIVERWOODS POEMS: WISH YOU WERE HERE

WISH YOU WERE HERE

I’ve gotten used to

The empty chair,

The unwrinkled pillow,

And one place at the table

Without you.

But how can I watch

The moon tangled in black branches,

The sun rise over Carter Notch,

Or the first flakes of new snowfall

Without you?

RIVERWOODS, JANUARY 2014