After a Death

Seeing that there’s no other way,

I turn his absence into a chair.

I can sit in it,

gaze out through the window.

I can do what I do best

and then go out into the world.

And I can return then with my useless love,

to rest,

because the chair is there.

This is from Night Walk, Selected Poems by Roo Borson, published by Oxford University Press, 1994.

10.09.2026

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