Good News

We say the trees are a canopy in mid July,

as if that's a special description of home.

Walking down the hill to see a friend,

I have good news and bad news for him.

We say canopy made out of stars as our

special way to describe the universe to ourselves.

So which one will my friend choose today?

Canopy of trees gives way to the sky;

I'm walking now thinking all the way which

one will he choose good or bad which one?

I guess I can just say instead I love the way

you fixed up the place and these colors.

At a certain age a man can begin to say

things like that to his friends.

Copyright Credit: Poem copyright ©2015 by Steve Langan, “Good News,” from What It Looks Like, How It Flies, (Gibraltar Editions, 2015). Poem reprinted by permission of Steve Langan and the publisher.

Source: 2018