Justin Skolnick lives and works in Portland.

In Absentia

Originally posted to blockquote.org on in Chicago, Illinois

I want what things might
bind you to memory, like
the joints could hold, like

these clear afternoons
leaves glow against the heavens
golden, red, few green

the strengthening wind
reminiscent of our walk
around Galena

you were still living
close enough to see the same
leaves changed and falling

when the four of us
met, knowing you near without
asking you along

(August, 2005)