sum

the sum
of love
is never
lost
though
death tears
the page
across
burns
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sum
the sum
of love
is never
lost
though
death tears
the page
across
burns
Continue reading “sum”
sleight of hand
december 2014
at high school
with an upward
sweep of the arm
the boy would rake
his hand back through
his wiry hair
look a moment
to the side
fold his arms
even tighter
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of roman parchment
a Marco, poeta e traduttore
i saw
a wind of olives
clung to the
mountain
heard the
leaves a rain
of finest silver
come through
the dark greenness
along the branches
splaying out
like broken roads
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