A Poem for S., After Kallimachos
NORMAN MINNICK
Somebody told me you had died
and I am a bit ashamed to admit
that I haven’t wept. I remembered 
how many times the sun had set
as we sat on old tires beside the 
swift-flowing muddy Ohio 
talking about our future
together. Where are you?
I am told that you are still alive,
and I hadn’t wept until now. 










NORMAN MINNICK's second collection of poems, Folly, was published by Wind Publications in 2013. He is the editor of Between Water and Song: New Poets for the Twenty-First Century (White Pine Press, 2010) and just finished editing Work Toward Knowing: Beginning with Blake by Jim Watt, which should hit the shelves this fall. 

He has been a featured reader at Poets House, KGB Bar, Robert Bly’s Conference on the Great Mother and the New Father, RopeWalk, Block Island Poetry Project, as well as various universities and book festivals. 
The Adirondack Review
FALL 2016