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for Barb
I remember when I learned
that being best friends
would not keep you
from leaving for Iowa.
That was the fall
my firstborn son
began first grade
and the freckled boy
who became his best friend
for twenty-some years
was at the bus stop.
I watched as they
couldn't share the air
without chasing.
After a frost
summer swam back
and slid open my curtains.
I missed you most
the day that boy's mom
invited me to eat oranges.
This poem first appeared in the 2005 Dudgeon-Monroe Neighborhood Directory.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Shoshauna Shy began writing at the age of eight, was recruited by a muse in her early 40s and, since then, has since published five poetry collections and a wealth of award-winning fiction and nonfiction. Her poetry has been studied in classrooms, recited in church sermons, translated into Chinese, discussed by book clubs, made into videos, and produced inside taxi cabs and on the backside of city buses. Not a monogamous writer, Shoshauna works on as many as 7-11 projects at a time. The founder of Poetry Jumps Off the Shelf, she lives in Madison, Wisconsin.
    
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davidr26.2:
Thanks for including Shoshauna's poem. Her poetry is only eclipsed by her wonderful presence. From a neighbor and a friend.
Posted 10/30/2010 12:30 AM
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Linda Lee (Konichek):
"Poignant" was the first word I thought of, before I read Allen's comment. I love the visual intensity of this poem and its well-chosen words.
Posted 10/29/2010 10:24 AM
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Allen:
Understatedly poignant. Love it.
Posted 10/29/2010 04:43 AM
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