is what i love what i will love


i would love it if coltrane’s

favourite things became

the national anthem

if the words kept changing


how could you not love humour

but i have lost you already

and the dogs howl back at the sirens

but i do not // not anymore


i wouldn’t know a seasonal poem

if it bit my haiku in half

if i walked into your office

would i sit down at ease


the future’s sewn up

a sort of begging cup

demanding of your god

solidity where none ever stood


Jonathan Levant