Love bends like light around found objects,
a destitute white Ford, say,
with one red door and Florida plates,
while the shadows invite themselves,
a museum of dark carvings,
police marksmen in the windows.

Howie Good, a journalism professor at the State University of New York at New Paltz, is the author of
20 print and digital poetry chapbooks and a full-length collection, Lovesick, published by Press Americana.


This poem, despite its shortness, went through a great many revisions. It contains some unlikely images for a love poem. That's intentional. I was trying to evade romantic cliches. If you're going to say something about a subject about which so much has already been said, I feel you better say it in an unexpected way - or be silent.




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