detail, public sculpture, buenos aires - photo: ralph murre
In This
Recession
by Megan Webster
I’m sorry I feel such delight
when your dad’s just passed away—
I’ve been there, know the pain
& scold myself for letting
joy flare up my world
while yours shrouds with gray.
Yet . . . I cannot deny
that your morning call—
requesting my new address
to overnight the five grand
you owe me—has lifted
my heart to delirious heights.
~ first published in The San Diego Poetry Annual
