Santa Fe Poetry Broadside: Judyth Hill, His Shadow Completes Us

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Judyth Hill

His Shadow Completes Us

is some exact part of our darkness.

Just as the Swallowtail, big as a dinner plate delights us
With bright golden drift, coinage in flight,

Wealth on the wing: this however has gifted us with our poverty,

The swift lack we learn to live by. The pledge
We've made to common hunger. A vow
We've made to need.

Why would we query, always,
having instead the carved curves
in black oak, or alabaster?

In sickness not, nor health.

But for marble, the sheen, slick finish,
An answer if one is required.

For better not,
And what if worse.

I don't, he said. Won't.

But every year, would dig the lilac at the properties end,
And line the drive with flowers.

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