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Different computer-assisted artistic renderings of Alex playing the Wii. (2008)
After Chauncey died
I thought I saw him too:
Asleep in the living room;
Standing over me, next to the bed.
You would have thought me mad,
Stroking my hands through the air,
Now you've left me,
And there are resonances of you
Moments, movements, mutterings,
Glimmering like ghosts
When the light shifts through the house.
And I am haunted by all those little
Unselfconscious things you said
That I never got around to recording.
Your “Uncle Peter!”
Your “What are you doing?”
Your abrupt, staccato, timid, “Bye!”
Years from now, as an old man,
I will be desperate to hear once again
Of your glorious, awkward youth.
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