Issue Four

Summer 2012



for Harry

We can be found in University towns,
fathers trying to communicate with sons,
sons with fathers, generations in orbit,
drawn in awkward loops into speechless
intimations of hope, trading acceptance
with each slingshot and curve of conversation,
each parallel step towards the bar
or restaurant; attempting to fit
the same plane, the same dimension,
and, occasionally, our arms extending
into an unaccustomed embrace,
tracing that eccentric spiral of the genes
in which our unavoidable likeness
can, to our quiet delight, sometimes be seen.


Stephen Boyce