~For Danny & Ethan
That one time we learned if we stopped seeing
something—it was really gone.
Then that other time when we discover that was a lie.
Let me teach you peek-a-boo
cover your eyes
How strange to be gone in a minute! A man signs a shovel
and so he digs, hangs a shingle, rolls up sleeves
There is work to do
Work turns into writing a name for a day
It is his name all over the page
It always will be.
is having a birthday and someone is getting married
somewhere someone is telling a joke, somewhere
Danny is leaving my town, my coast
Danny, the man who works,
writes his name on the page
When I require some heavenly music,
which even now I do, I will sing his song and look to the east
This pencil I used to write his poem
I’ll break in half and plant at either side of the path
One side will grow strength the other kindness
In the morning, not any time, but the purple-sky time
when dark retreats into peek and before a sun lifts boo over the Cascades
I’ll visit the trees and declare their positions right and true
Good bye and Good luck my poet brother!
Treat them well New Hampshire
or the gods of the west will visit you!
by Shannon Laws | July 20, 2015 | With a wink to Ted Berrigan’s “A Final Sonnet”