Sunday, April 27, 2008

Days: Josh Levine

Josh Levine

He could not remember a time
it did not rain
in him. He was not a cartoon
but there it was: no dry clothes. Not there
when mother kissed his tall man sliced
open by barbed wire. Not there when
Dicky wooed him with daffodils
lifted from the park.
Not here, mother and Dicky dead,
when he came home and undressed,
jacket, Oxfords, trousers, boxers drenched,
on one of those beautiful August evenings.


ram4hire said...

Daffodils - a grand gesture, I'd say.

Your appreciation for grief, relationships and details in poems triggers an emotional resonance in me.

Jee Leong Koh said...

Yes, daffodils are absurdly grand, aren't they?