Dillon, In No Particular Order, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

 

 

 

 

 

©2018 by Jack A. Urquhart

Here you come ‘round again
it’s five years now
since you took your leave
and still these parceled posts
arrive in the present tense
mementos of you come home again
in no particular order:

The screaming child inconsolable
in the crowded restaurant
the young man beneath a road-worn cap
alone with a steaming bowl of phở

Your voice sounds with the midnight owl
calling for faraway home

You rise and shine with the quickening moon
are reborn with each shivering blizzard
that breaks upon an early lilac spring

You walk again in solitary footsteps
stealing away in the soft wet snow

You are the last unopened package
beneath the glittering spruce
the empty place at the festive table

You are the toughest hardest nut to crack
the firstborn and the first to go

You are the prodigal son come home again
bearing gifts in loving memory

 

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About jaurquhart

Jack Andrew Urquhart was born in the American South. Following undergraduate work at the University of Florida, Gainesville, he taught in Florida's public schools. He earned a Master of Arts degree in English, Creative Writing, from the University of Colorado at Boulder, where he was the winner of the Harcourt Brace Jovanovich Award for Fiction (1991). His work has appeared online at Clapboard House Literary Journal, Crazyhorse Literary Journal, and Standards: The International Journal of Multicultural Studies. He is the author of So They Say, a collection of self-contained, inter-connected stories and the short story, They Say You Can Stop Yourself Breathing. Formerly a writing instructor at the University of Colorado’s Writing Program, Mr. Urquhart was, until 2010, a senior analyst for the Judicial Branch of California. He resides in Washington State.
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1 Response to Dillon, In No Particular Order, a prose poem by @EvryManJac

  1. Sheila LePage's avatar Sheila LePage says:

    Oh Jack how i Love to read your prose but it must be so difficult. The Loving memories you share with us cause me to cry. Your loss is more than I can imagine. And I pray I never experience such hell. I love you my dear uncle. And I am so very sorry for your loss. ❤️

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