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The John Edward Johnson Prize, Winter 2018
Lawrence Rhu
for Jim

...and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird,
and all the daughters of music shall be brought low.
—Koheleth 12:4
Koheleth’s words first caught
my ear in ninth-grade English.
You pictured how dawn’s chirping
birds disturb light-sleeping

seniors and ignited
my imagination. Now always
turns to then, but still
your gloss remains a present

moment, "Remember now
your Creator in the days
of your youth." Planes roar
above my sublet quarters

near the terminal.
An old bird up early,
I con your recent versions
of Koheleth’s verses: such news,

so clearly heard, renews
its claim. Despite the noise
of silver birds, the life
of words has kept us friends

since freshman year. When clicked,
a pixilated paper
clip brings you these lines
online, my breaking news.

©2018 Lawrence Rhu