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By Joshua Mehigan

On the crowded hill bordering the mill,

across the shallow stream, nearer than they seem,

they wait and will be waiting.


Rain. The small smilax is the same to the fly

as the big bush of lilacs exploding nearby.

The rain may be abating.


On the quiet hill beside the droning mill,

across the dirty stream, nearer than they seem,

they wait and will be waiting.


The glass-eyed cicada drones in the linden draped like a tent

above three polished stones. Aphids swarm at the scent

of the yellow petals.


A bird comes to prod a clump of wet fur.

The ferns idiotically nod when she takes it away with her.

Something somewhere settles.


On the crowded hill bordering the mill

is our best cemetery, pretty, but not very.

All are welcome here.


Sun finds a bare teak box on the tidy green plot.

It finds lichen-crusted blocks fringed with forget-me-not.

Angels preen everywhere.


On the crowded hill bordering the mill

is our best cemetery, pretty, but not very.

All are welcome here.


Source: Poetry (February 2010)

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Joshua Mehigan
Poet Joshua Mehigan grew up in upstate New York and received a BA from Purchase College and an MFA from Sarah Lawrence College. Influenced by the poetry of Philip Larkin, Jorge Luis Borges, and Edgar Bowers, Mehigan writes intelligent, morally complex lyric poems shaped by a nuanced attention to rhyme and meter. Mehigan has worked as an editor and instructor, and lives in New York City. See More By This Poet

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