Spit the Reasons published in Sometimes City Undercover, a Levyfest 2005 compilation put out by Rose of Sharon Press & Bottle of Smoke Press My worn shoes take in dirt and the gifts of geese. Focus on flat headstones, the ones neglected, but I bet we passed it twenty-one times. Levy’s in the trees grinning because we don’t know the game we’re playing. His words now in glass cases, I think I’m missing the feel. That name getting lost in the fight for the city. What’s that name, slipping slipping, never heard it in a classroom. Could he dropkick Frost? Could he hand Eliot a four letter citation to balance the Greek? I do need a voice reaching past 1953. After all the kick, he resists closure nicely, all I’ve got is a rose with that name, darryl levy. Grind it fine between your teeth and spit the reasons why it’ll never happen again.