John Lavan sends us poems from across the pond (most recently Photograph), and we love them for their elegant layers, their inspirations, and their straightforward look at the world.
There is a love
By John Lavan
There is a love that’s only locked
inside my little trouser pocket
and covered by my fist and luck it
never peeps–a shipwreck
lies there snug in the warmth and dark
keeping ancient secrets
behind a leather wallet
quaking as I walk.
Once it did come out to play
in brightness of the daytime
but now not even in a sliver of moonshine
it’s certain, safer, to stay; to stay.
