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Meridith Gresher
An Elegie for the Night Before Last From a Speeding Car
Gabriel Faure composed an Elegie for Cello and Orchestra
in C Minor. Rothke wrote an Elegy for Jane.
Then why should there not be an elegie for ticking
clocks, ghosted, burnt Sunday dinners and grass uprooted, mistaken
this Indian Summer for the fence's other side?
What more perfect gift. Could there be
an elegy for rain? Rain that runs
into an empty beer bottle knocked sideways.
Drops sing into its base as it reaches like a rung goose neck rolling in a front yard, chucked the night before
last from a speeding car.
round I, poem 2, 3 April 2006
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| Meridith Gresher
trained as a classical dancer at The Atlanta School of Ballet and
apprenticed with International Ballet Rotaru. Ultimately, she traded
point shoes for pen and legal pad before the days of her laptop. She
has been published in FRiGG, The Journal of Modern Post, and most recently in 2River and Blast. Reach her at meridithgresher@yahoo.com. |
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