America by Tim Suermondt

In my dream I tell Sartre I didn’t like
the way he treated Camus.
He removes his glasses and in an almost
whisper says “I’m sorry.”
“That’s good enough for me,” I say
and we walk down St. Germain-des-Pres
like old comrades on a beautiful day.
He puffs on his pipe and says “I love
Americans,” a half smile sincerely made.
I don’t say a word but I remember
when the entire world would have agreed,
when the entire world would have celebrated.
Tim Suermondt is the author of four full-length collections of poems, the latest one THE WORLD DOESN’T KNOW YOU. His fifth collection JOSEPHINE BAKER SWIMMING POOL will be coming out from MadHat Press in January 2019. He has published in Poetry, Ploughshares, The Georgia Review, Prairie Schooner, North of Oxford, Bellevue Literary Review and Plume, among many others. He lives in Cambridge with his wife, the poet Pui Ying Wong.

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