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  • This Is What Happened
    This is what happened:
    She refused to lean on my shoulder
    47 lines
  • At My Window
    At my window, I write:
    Three children in the swings
    26 lines, 2 comments
  • At Dawn
    The spirit surges among branches.
    The nervous laughter of blackbirds
    9 lines, 5 comments
  • One Summer
    Against the elm
    that spun its rumor
    37 lines, 1 comment
  • August
    When the sister
    of your mother
    40 lines, 3 comments
  • A Good Day
    Father, one summer I was seven,
    on a Sunday, the usual day
    25 lines, 1 comment
  • Sunday
    Yesterday was Sunday. Your grandson
    stared at your feet and found
    19 lines
  • Like The Earth
    My little one, you are finally
    here. So much like the earth,
    24 lines
  • Cipriana
    There were trains that went in the tunnels
    and never came out. The eyes of horses
    24 lines
  • Summer
    Killed a gopher
    in my garden.
    32 lines
  • The Cloud Unfolding
    It starts with the picture of my grandfather,
    machinegunned in his car, Packard De Luxe, 1923.
    58 lines
  • A Death In The Family
    I was off to Los Angeles to the burial of my cousin. The drive, as usual, was tedious, except for the sunset in the mountains and the stops to sip coffee from t
    10 lines
  • Entering A Life
    Once I was in love & I think I loved that girl
    much more than she loved me. Would I heal?
    125 lines
  • You
    This morning, for no reason at all,
    I thought of you.
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • Your Room
    Your room would only be complete
    with music and a tired cat,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • Window Washer
    It's always August.
    Before sunup
    37 lines
  • In Short
    Let's say that on the corner there is a man.
    That today his son spread out his arms
    22 lines
  • On Friday Nights
    On Friday nights I go to the bakery two blocks away and talk to the woman behind the counter. When the customers leave, she moves around pretending not to see m
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • Dear Son Letter
    Dear son I have to explain some things first of all I am not crazy but you would have me and the world belive otherwise insanity not even momentarily has ever i
    1 lines
  • To The Child Dead In My Larynx
    Since morning I've been at a burial.
    I dressed this boy like an angel
    19 lines
  • I Will Tell You
    I will tell you, Alighieri,
    why yesterday you couldn't write.
    25 lines
  • Because
    I spilled the coins
    from my mouth and called it quits
    19 lines
  • All These Years
    the lord of Ravenna
    has been kind.
    20 lines, 2 comments
  • My Tongue Is The Tongue
    of Italian women
    who squeeze eggplants
    11 lines, 6 comments
  • The Streets Held
    everyone all night
    and what flickered were not lights
    8 lines
  • E. At The Zocalo
    At the small zocalo,
    sipping beer and bored:
    34 lines
  • E. Gives A Name
    Later, no one knew who named him.
    No one cared, and the name
    37 lines
  • E. Is In Love
    What fire glows under her skirt! What
    sparrow is gnawing at his heart!
    23 lines
  • E. Curses The Rich
    San Teodulo, give them vinegar when they thirst.
    Holy Peter, when they hunger, look the other
    17 lines
  • The Arch Of The Sky Dream
    Swallows crown the afternoon.
    Your eyes reflected on a silver spoon
    72 lines
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