for Joshua Mehigan
We never meet. It’s been a year
A stylus scores
the anthems of leaving
and broadcasts them to the air.
Suffice it to say, I think of you
behind closed lids.
Keep well. For though you’re
impossibly far, you carry
with you the me most me.
How has it come to this?
It grew up without my knowing:
alive in me still there with you.
David Yezzi’s More Things in Heaven: New and Selected Poems (Measure Press) will be published later this year. He teaches in the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins.
Also by David Yezzi (see all)
- Plague Letter - March 2, 2023
- Tyger, Tyger - May 30, 2021
- The Osprey - October 27, 2020