By Kevin Young
I hunted heaven
it was. Not enough
music, or dark dirt.
I begged the earth empty
of him. Death
believes in us whether
or not. For a long while
I watch the sound
of a boy bouncing a ball
down the block
take its time
to reach me. Father,
find me when
you want. I’ll wait.
Source: Poetry (September 2011)
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