April 3, 2015
Unsent E-Mail to Kurt Brown


I clicked on Kurt Brown’s link to praise his poem—

a teenage diver mocked by jeering boys

stuns them into silence when she launches

from the high board and arches through the air—

and read—oh, shit, no!—that he’d just died.

He’s not that old—about my age I’d guess.

My age exactly, I learned when I Googled—

the age when knees give out and get replaced,

extending us a decade more of tennis,

and possibly a bypass or a stent

to keep blood pumping freely through our hearts,

and one or two or three prescription drugs

to regulate, and/or suppress the stuff

our bodies used to do on automatic.

In our biographies we would be past

halfway but nowhere near the final page,

though maybe we’d be in the final section,

The Years of Triumph. Or if not triumph, Ease.

Still lots of time to break through in the writing;

no money worries, no career ambition

except to make the work outlast the life—

which you’ve done, Kurt, with your terrific poem

drawn from your new (now posthumous) collection,

which I’m about to buy from Amazon

and teach to teenage boys just like the ones

you pierced with x-ray vision in your poem.

They’ll think such vision comes from Old Man’s Wisdom,

not suspecting you’re still one of them,

catcalling teen, struck dumb by perfect form—

as I am now by yours, departed friend.


–Richard Cecil  (Monroe County)


Richard Cecil

Richard Cecil, of Bloomington, has published four collections of poems, the most recent  of which is Twenty First Century Blues. He teaches in the Honors College of Indiana University.

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