I'm continuing to post, now and again, poems that I love for one reason or another. I discovered this one in college, and it's a bit strange and funny, but I find myself drawn to it for some reason. :)
Notice
by Steve Kowit
This evening, the sturdy Levis
I wore every day for over a year
And which seemed to the end in perfect condition,
suddenly tore.
How or why I don’t know,
but there it was—a big rip at the crotch.
A month ago my friend Nick
Walked off a racquetball court,
Showered,
Got into his street clothes,
And halfway home collapsed and died.
Take heed you who read this
And drop to your knees now and again
Like the poet Christopher Smart
And kiss the earth and be joyful
And make much of your time
And be kindly to everyone,
Even to those who do not deserve it.
For although you may not believe it will happen,
You too will one day be gone.
I, whose Levis ripped at the crotch
For no reason,
Assure you that such is the case.
Pass it on.
Friday, February 26, 2010
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