A Gazebo Where He Once Stood

hey angel lamp,

why don’t you spread

your feathers of light

over that old man

and his suicides?

leave the umbrella

and the window open

so the air won’t grow

hey, hard, grainy earth

how could it have known?

Spring is in her throes

quit lacking mirth

without cigarettes

old man absent now

the old man outside

staring at the twinkling

the light makes a pattern

a definitive v

he can’t remember

these are our tombs

open, dry and bare

cracked bones carved

magnified by ignorance


broken trees

force their freedom

I guess he doesn’t exist anymore


About Sean William Lynch
Sean Lynch is a writer and editor who lives in South Philly. Lynch's first book of poems, the city of your mind, was published in 2013 by Whirlwind Press. His second chapbook, Broad Street Line, focusing on politics and public transportation, was published by Moonstone Press in 2016. 100 Haiku is his latest release, also published by Moonstone Press in 2018. Lynch's writing has been featured in numerous publications online and in print, including (parenthetical), Poetry Quarterly, and Tincture Journal.

3 Responses to A Gazebo Where He Once Stood

  1. Snakehair says:

    Thank you for following my blog! Coincidentally, I really like your writing, so I guess it’s a win win! :)

  2. dizzy says:

    I really like it, too. Holy 🐮.

    Thanks a bunch for being you, writing it and following my blog.

  3. such depth in your words, sending one’s thought to soar high and dug deep into the soul. i particularly like this one.

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