Spring Training

My father died a week prior to P+S 2015. Carol Dougherty, my thoughtful and lovely friend, brought me a book of poems last spring that I've read many times since. The poet, Kevin Young, wrote many poems about grieving his own father, and one reviewer rightly called his Book of Hours "a compact daybook of grief." I planned to read this poem last night but never got around to it.

Spring Training

Like grass in rain
my dead grow

at an amazing rate.

Meet me,
won't you, I've managed

to lose the key.

Death, you've outdone
yourself.

The lawn a little lake.

-Kevin Young