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