William Allegrezza
red
one camel light
and motion
“to become energy”
a single flow is enough
to start an avalanche
as though youthful
energy could
continue into night
my eyes are open
but i’ve not been able to see
for years.
dark ships
i have grown callous
listening to the wind
over open water
“indeed there is a time”
sports teams angels red throats
singers rubies paint
ashes cars runways
cedars light
as though one is forgotten among bushes with lanterns
on dark nights near ancient buildings where
troupes gather and young art students create
timeless objects aged near bodies aching at a car’s door
for the reciprocal urge for simply a kiss
the eye moves towards oblivion
as if raking a forest for seasonal treats
i stand on top of a bell tower
counting pigeons.
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