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WILLIAM ALLEGREZZA |
colors dreams
a tired hand shuffles through papers
the room is in shadow
“I could never explain events to her afterwards”
pearls water off ithaca
paintings phones children’s
pictures
plants sound with wind through leaves
a cat perches on a ledge watching
“It took years for her to disintegrate”
he remembers watching the fishers
in the port of nauplion haul in a day’s work
a pen rests in a drawer
under light from a broken lamp
“I planned but never understood how it would feel”
candy jars memories spatulas
colors dreams.
once
we are
shades of our spaces
lost
and always in
nothingness
once
once.
in search
filters left
metal hanging
“I looked for a doorway but found nothingness”
the worst day still
remains
blades bouncing
signal lines starting and then
I
to have lost placement.
gathering
i came into the valley to protect
myself
against coming storms
after i searched
desolation near
tracks
and old schools
where towers stood in
dark skies and fires burned.
for clear air
i came searching
and for a voice
with which to claim
existence
a battered body
returning
from years tuned
through desert storms.
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