THE MISSING WOMEN

by Joanna M. Weston

written in the bone of earth
lying in overflowing rivers
hair lifting in the current

your presence lost to home
feet no longer on the stairs
hands missing at the table
not there when the door opens

I hear you in the fall of rain
see you on a highway bridge
touch you where cedars hang shadows
know the scent of you in the fire’s smoke
taste you in drifting snow

you have gone I don’t know where
but you are everywhere

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Joanna M. Weston. Canada. Has one cat, multiple spiders, a herd of deer,
and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Frame and The McGuire,
published by Tradewind Books 2015; and poetry, A Bedroom of Searchlights,
published by Inanna Publications, 2016. Other books listed at her blog:
http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/