"Elegy, Father's Day"
Click here to listen to Kevin Young read this poem.
From above, baseball diamonds look even more beautiful, the pitcher's mound
a bright cataract.
The river wavers
its own way—see
where once it snaked.
Shine me like a light.
Ladies & Gentlemen, we are flying
just above turbulence.
The roads like centipedes,
their flailing feet.
How many, thousands,
to fall.
Below, parcels & acres blur
like family plots.
100 knots.
Cities bright
in the blinding dawn.
Kevin Young is the author of five books of poetry, including For the Confederate Dead, winner of the Quill Award in Poetry.
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