los’s unlost cover letter


does sending this prove i love it?  does

love continue unproved somewhere between

guilty and not?

                         is my logic fuzzy

is the object of my heart obscene


my desk is like the dining room table

and since i live by metaphor my desk

is that table what can i do but tremble

as i wait for the trencher and the tusk


to be cleared away & then back to work

on things i love but are they loved enough

the way you love the view and to walk

through the view

                          or the great peacemaker “if”


where i am loved where i most need it my

life transforms from hot air into still sky


Jonathan Levant