Brown Suit Sonnet
He is running away from everything.
He is wearing his brown suit, the one he bought
when he was appointed Acting Associate Dean,
the one he wears to funerals and receptions,
representing the School whoever that was,
the one that Mr. Kim, salesman for Harris & Frank
knowingly fitted him for smart as a money smile
the name he adopted temporarily
for life. He refuses to make judgments.
He likes digging ditches, loading clay,
climbing mountain trails, scratching poetry
as if it were a granite boulder falling into space
a hundred years from today
delicate as lace