Fool on the Hill
STRUBBE, BILL
Kaddish in Odd Places for my brother Brushes in a jar wait to dive into ponds of rose and blue, to dance over vast, white paper. I paint with both hands. A quorum of fingers extol God's...
...Yitkaddash...
...CATHLEEN COHEN...
...I find you with the children, peeking over shoulders at their games...
...Beds pile with coats as they do...
...Kaddish in Odd Places for my brother Brushes in a jar wait to dive into ponds of rose and blue, to dance over vast, white paper...
...Kaddish in the car circling the block chanting yitgadal enlarging what pours through open windows: cider, sharp light, crimson branches, onion, impatient fruits softening...
...Laughter and casseroles...
...A quorum of fingers extol God's space, but can't grasp a likeness of your face...
...At parties I slip from room to room, scan, for air currents, wings...
...You are humming and I am humming...
...Sanctify this catch in the voice Where ghosts pass through...
Vol. 26 • October 2001 • No. 5
