Spiral Bound (for Alex Katz)








They are hawkers maybe,

father and son glad to find coolness

on the Subway after a long day’s run,

slightly cooler now but only just,

the suitcase’s contraband weighing

down against the carriage floor.

Or maybe it’s a tuba case he’s leaning on

and Katz has caught them returning

from Washington Square Park.

If the carriage gets busier the father will

remain in his position, completely at ease.

Some position though,

so particular and so rarely seen,

it makes me think:

What gives one this type of confidence?

Unabashed and immune to others,

spiral bound to his case and to his son,

who will also learn how to do this.

It makes me wish I too could

occupy space in this manner.



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June 30, 2018 · 6:06 pm