by Ron Riekki

There is nothing
to despair
now.
You don’t have worldly
cares

now.
You
have
God.
Now,

I love you, Uncle Paul,
and wish you
well.
I wish you
awe

where
you are
now…
It’s very late.
Good night.

Ron Riekki has published poetry in Rattle, Poetry Northwest, Beloit Poetry Journal, fiction in Threepenny Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Wigleaf, nonfiction in River Teeth, New Orleans Review, and more. Right now, Riekki is listening to Richard Burton read Dylan Thomas’ “Fern Hill.”