**** for my late wife Dianne Robitaille
She often spoke to me
Through some wayward bird
That would insistently chirp
That it was her.
Her voice would seep into
My limbo of sleep
And wakefulness.
I queried one night
To some benevolent spirit
" Is she still there?"
And suddenly
My cat sniffed
Wildly on my bed
Chet Baker's
" Let's Get Lost"
Crooned from
My unprompted Alexa
And that hand
That gently brushed
My barren head.
Doug Holder is the co-president of the New England Poetry Club, and the founder of the Ibbetson Street Press. He teaches creative writing at Endicott College, and his work has appeared in Molecule, Soul-lit, Worcester Review, South Florida Poetry Journal and more..
Co-President of the New England Poetry Club
Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene http://dougholder.blogspot.com
Ibbetson Street Press http://www.ibbetsonpress.com
Poet to Poet/Writer to Writer http://www.
Doug Holder CV http://www.dougholderresume.
Doug Holder's Columns in The Somerville Times
https://www.Doug Holder's collection at the Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@
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