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Recorded for Poem-a-Day, June 7, 2018.
About this Poem 

“The poem is based on a true event. I awoke one morning and saw a figure standing at the edge of my bed. The final images of streets and trees echo the specter who is the central figure of the poem. This is a meditation upon the many forms of death that inhabit the world around us. This poem is my way of recognizing the beauty of those forms.”
—Ruben Quesada

XI

One morning the spirit of my lover’s uncle returned 
there was no fanfare no terror only a blue silhouette 

translucent above our bed growing dim 
I was the sole witness to this specter quiet 

as the rising sun waking overhead I awakened 
cold to see an Aegean blue figure hovering bedside 

through his gaze and mustachioed grin 
on the other side of his face a dazzling tremolo 

of morning light streamed into this darkened space
and later that evening as we moved 

through the neighborhood streets dead with aging trees 
frozen sidewalks led us freely into the moonlight ahead

Copyright © 2018 by Ruben Quesada. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 7, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Copyright © 2018 by Ruben Quesada. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on June 7, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

Ruben Quesada

Ruben Quesada

Ruben Quesada is the author of Revelations, a chapbook of poetry and translation, forthcoming from Sibling Rivalry Press.