Photo Credit: Diego Laje
The sky finally opened the drapes
of fog and splinters of light came down
and tap-danced on the harbor water—
“Look at those suckers go” I saw
my dead brother say, standing oh so
dapper in his beloved leather jacket.
I imagine I had something important to do,
today or yesterday but fortunately I forgot
what it was: freed up now I might just
loiter over the city tonight like the moon.
Tim Suermondt is the author of two full-length collections: Trying to Help the Elephant Man Dance (The Backwaters Press, 2007) and Just Beautiful from New York Quarterly Books, 2010. He has published poems in Poetry, The Georgia Review, Blackbird, Able Muse, Prairie Schooner, PANK, Bellevue Literary Review and Stand Magazine (U.K.) and has poems forthcoming in Gargoyle, Lunch Ticket and Zymbol, among others. He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong. Email: allampoet[at]earthlink.net