"Daniel" Noelle Kocot

He loved the way her hair
Curled in the rain. He
Loved her attachment to
Syzygies. He loved the way
It was always a fat man
Who had keys jangling around
His waist. He loved the sun,
The way a cat loves the sun.
He loved the ruins of old
People ambling down the street.
He loved. And lost. And
Loved again. Numb from
The waist down, there was
Nothing that he didn't love,
Practically speaking. He
Found the sex instinct was
For art and art alone. And
So he made art, and in his
Spare time, he wept. He
Kept away from edges,
Soothed himself to sleep.
He loved the fall, loved to
Rake leaves in the fall.

"Daniel"
Noelle Kocot
The Bigger World
Published by Wave Books

This poem contains a strong sense of voice. The way it describes a person for tells a lot about the person much more than they are saying. I find the poem very intriguing by its humor, word choice, and arrangement.