- Sorrow
Not to be mistaken for grief,it dodges funerals—
“Immaculate Mary,”a snake of cars,
and sod torn from the soil.Sorrow stays home,
leafs through photosfound under the bed:
a Fourth of July,a First Communion,
the home you lived in beforedownsizing to the apartment.
Like grief, it toostarts out good humored
to void all associationswith indifference.
Though, like indifference,it stands at a distance
from Seurat’s A Sunday Afternoon.(Grief would stand much closer.)
And, having never mournedthe passing of one blessed [End Page 364]
to return to the Creator,it mourns only the passing
and, in the quietest roomof Chicago, refuses to leave. [End Page 365]
JOHN HART was born and raised in Kansas City, Kansas, and currently resides in Winter Park, Florida. His work has appeared in the Antioch Review, Southern Review, and the Washington Square Review.