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