I See Jeff Daniels In The Street


after you are dead for nearly
 
four years. The summer crowd
that mobs the block is starstruck
 
by this man in his fleece Dad
vest. I too am struck. Just there:
 
your eyes, his head. Just there:
his body, your chin. In the sun
 
of celebrity. After all that noise
you made dying, after all
 
that violence. Holding a door open
for some woman with your wide
 
and capable hands. I don’t
want to disturb you. I love you
 
Jeff Daniels. I never left you.
I never stopped watching for you
 
even when I moved to this town
you have never seen in your life,
 
here you are finally, appearing,
disappearing in the street’s bodies,
 
just there, sun off flannel. Dad