When the World Really Ends No One Will Announce it
So relax. Let the emissaries of everything bring what they want.
There will be the worst—war insists.
Yet the best will not be shy—love insists.
Prim and proper is fine, but keep allowing the oddball to find its serene equations:
Look at the sun trying to put on pants
Look at the moon tying on a scarf
Look at the angel riding a skateboard
exactly like she dreamed,
her wings smudged, bent just as she prefers.
Tim Suermondt is the author of three full-length collections of poems: Trying To Help The Elephant Man Dance (The Backwaters Press, 2007), Just Beautiful (New York Quarterly Books, 2010) and Election Night And The Five Satins (Glass Lyre Press, 2016). He has poems published in Poetry, The Georgia Review, Ploughshares, and Prairie Schooner. He lives in Cambridge (MA) with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.