Always the Sun …by William Taylor Jr.

Today a letter informs me
the collection agency is suing for
six thousand dollars
I do not have.

Hours later
there’s a phone call to say
a friend from long ago
is gone by cancer.

I look at his photograph
and it feels like a warning,
a harbinger of things to come.

Death has a hat the size of the sun
holding all our names.

I step outside
and the landlord says it’s such a beautiful
day, and I walk
past beautiful women
laughing at sidewalk tables
and stinking men asleep in doorways.

Everywhere love is stretched
as thin as a thread
and the sun, always the sun,
glorious and terrible,
shining down so
indifferent upon it all.

And all I can think to hope
is that at the end of things
we’ll have stored up enough joy
to balance out the darkness.

It’s the only victory I can still imagine.

— William Taylor Jr.

6 Responses to “Always the Sun …by William Taylor Jr.”

  1. Good poem, William.

  2. damn straight… great pome

  3. Eugenia Petty Says:


  4. Always strong, always moving & human…dig it.

  5. Joie Cook Says:

    beautiful piece, bill. you’re a magical sculptor of words.

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