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I Can Hear You

Poem for the dead

I can hear the stream, the generator
shutting off, and the white dogs barking.

I can hear my footsteps on the dirt road shaded
from moonlight by the tended forest. I can hear fog

sliding over the hilltops and pooling, lit
from below like a glowing river, out of which

I can hear Orion rising. I can hear the chains
on the gate returning to their embrace

of the pole. I can hear Gus the dying cat mewling
in confusion when I approach. I can hear you,

arcane and violet as my own breath. It’s not
that I’ve forgotten. It’s that I never knew

who you were.


Renée Lepreau is a midwife and lactation consultant with her own practice ( in Berkeley, CA. She is also pursuing a certificate in Creative Writing/Poetry from Berkeley City College.

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