A poem from A. Balestrieri / Montreal Canada

Now that you have left us, spring arrives in your absence,

I lend you my feet to feel the soft earth in parks,

my lungs fill with fresh air so you can breathe again,

all that I see before me is unlike before,

there is a newness in things that would otherwise go unnoticed,

the scent of fresh rain on pavement, the pungent smell

of pregnant soil, the first aroma of lilacs.

Now that you are gone, I lend you all my senses,

visions of things inspired by the vacuum of

the dead and disappeared, we are here to

enjoy what you can no longer, your eternity

is a presence left in the lives of us who

still go about the task of living.