So, Love, when that celebrated clarifier,
Chemotherapy, calls back—for us,
this time, with his white, apologetic smile,
his porcelain saucers of carbolic acid and lye,
his banker’s insistence on reality-based accounting,
well, we’ll want these chances back. The canting
hours, the fund of unkisses, the mind, unMidas-
like, immodest ever in miniature amidst
the molten metals of the morning, his brazing-iron
of petty anger held against the pure ore
of the already-gold world.
RICHARD KENNEY’s collections of poems include Orrery, The Invention of the Zero, and One-Strand River: Poems 1994-2007. He teaches in the M.F.A. program at the University of Washington.
image: Edward Hopper, Morning Sun, 1952