Two Poems by Michael Miller

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THE COUNTING OF STEPS

She borrowed her dreams
From yesterday,
Never forgetting the woman
Who danced without a partner
To the music within,
The melody only she could hear.
Now the decades have led her
To the tap-tapping
Of her cane on the sidewalk,
The counting of steps
When she crosses the street,
Her blindness guiding
Her day, leading her to
The dreamworld of sight.

VISITORS

It was decades ago
When the red fox wove
Between the gravestones
In Wildwood Cemetery
As we stood in the silence
Of sunlight before your
Mother’s name cut into stone.
The fox paused, lifted its
Left foreleg and stared—
You said it was a sign.

Far from that cemetery,
In a town beyond
The mountains, we live
In the ripeness of old age
As death breathes
Inside us, around us.
We visit our garden each day,
Touch the strong petals
Of a crimson lily,
Never wanting to let go.

Published in the July/August 2021 issue: 
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Michael Miller’s poems have appeared in the Sewanee Review, the Yale Review, and Raritan.

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