1 August 2026: This poem, by Emily Jungmin Yoon, has been in my inbox since it arrived via the Poem-a-Day email on Tuesday. I keep coming back to it.
These last three stanzas, man...
How easy it was to forget this man’s sensitivity,
his love for music, that he took saxophone lessons,
coming home to an unlit apartment.
A taciturn man, who sings alone.
Who, when years later asked
what instrument he likes listening to the most,
said, the human voice.
