Philip Levine: Lake Forest
from “Ode for Mrs. William Settle”
In Lake Forest, a suburb of Chicago,
a woman sits at her desk to write
me a letter. She holds a photograph
of me up to the light, one taken
17 years ago in a high school class
in Providence. She sighs, and the sigh
smells of mouth wash and tobacco.
If she were writing by candlelight
she would now be in the dark, for the man
she’s about to address in her odd prose
had a life span of 125th of a second
in the eye of a Nikon and then he
politely asked the photographer to
get lost, whispering the request so as
not to offend the teacher presiding…