Salt Lake City
And I have much to say
here in our small
silent kitchen.
The dry plates on their shelves
the kettle simmers over
low flame. Outside, chickadees
flit between branches
and fences calling
out. Water accepts
heat and boils.
In the bedroom you turn, waking
in soft sheets. Remember the sound
the first warm breeze in March
carrying summer into our nights.
We laid in the grass under the red western sky.
Have we ever been younger?
Evan Goldstein is a writer and photographer living in Salt Lake City, Utah. He will be attending the Iowa Writers’ Workshop for an MFA in poetry in fall 2020. Evan grew up in the Hudson Valley: He misses trees, corner delis, humid summers, New York City, and John Prine.