By: Josh Feit
I'm delighted, my young avant-garde friend,
to know Sumer is icumen in.
Let there be light, let there be infrastructure, amen.
New buildings create sky where there’s light to bend,
same as spirits are once skin.
I’m delighted, my young avant-garde friend.
What’s outside isn’t pretend.
Heartbreaks. Concussions. The housing supply is thin.
Let there be light, let there be infrastructure, amen.
The photography class is on the sidewalk again
living adventures in light where ceilings have been.
I’m delighted, my young avant-garde friend,
to read what you’ve written
about what you’ve seen and haven’t seen.
Let there be light, let there be infrastructure, amen.
New buildings create more sky than they apprehend.
Graveyards become parks where ceilings have been.
I’m delighted, my young avant-garde friend.
Let there be light, let there be infrastructure, amen.
Josh Feit is the speechwriter for Seattle’s regional transit agency. He was a finalist for the 2021 Wolfson Chapbook Poetry Prize and for the 2019 Lily Poetry Prize. He was shortlisted for the 2020 Vallum Award for Poetry and won Honorable Mention. In addition to appearing previously in Cathexis Northwest Press, Feit’s poetry has been published in Spillway, Vallum, CircleShow, Change Seven, and High Shelf among other journals. He lives in Seattle, WA.