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