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Michael Meyerhofer ELEGY FOR ROXANA RIVERA | One of our last afternoons together how in your old LA neighborhood and friends would construct an altar overlooking the stained concrete you said, so many altars flickered that from the air, they must look you wondered what they made: the roses left naked and tattered untended as our own conversations I would like to say we tattooed but at best we leave you as we take the pens for ourselves, ____ This is a poem I was inspired to write while attending a memorial reading for Roxana. It had been about five months since we lost her, but as the rest of the poets in the SIU workshop came together to reminisce on her work, we realized again just how greatly her loss affected us—not to mention the loss of a great young poet to the literary community. |