Love Letter for Vincent

By Lisa Vihos

I would have sat quietly on the hillside

while you painted the stars

and I would not have tossed

the sunflowers before

you were done with them.

 

I would have tended

the irises, dusted your chair,

and made your bed, in love

with the vibration inside all things—

just like you. I would not have judged

 

the cut ear or the old sermons.

I would have cooked your potatoes,

wiped clean your shoes,

and bought you another absinthe

at midnight in the pool hall.

 

I would have brought a picnic lunch

and a cool drink to the wheat field.

I would have marveled with you at the sun

and the patterns the black birds made

as they flew low along the horizon.

___

The poems of Lisa Vihos have appeared in Big MuddyThe Camel SaloonRed FezRed Cedar, Seems, Verse Wisconsin, Wisconsin People and Ideas, and Your Daily Poem. She has two Pushcart nominations and two chapbooks, A Brief History of Mail (Pebblebrook Press, 2011) and The Accidental Present (Finishing Line Press, 2012). She is the poetry and arts editor for Stoneboat literary journal and an occasional guest blogger for The Best American Poetry digital. 


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