William Allegrezza



     Tumble

One word breaks open being

the field is before us yet
we’ve no notion of it

spaces tumble into one another
wildflowers bloom
              cardinals sing

in the air change occurs.





     Taped

Our place is stationary
but an option to begin again
is always present.

"When the sign pointed north,
  I decided that west was my direction
  and have continued following since."

The pictures play without the benefit of the show
and who knows how long such
a situation will seem satisfactory.

"If I begin at the headwaters,
  will I be able to find you?"

Notes are taped to a doorway
stretching back with faded colors
to youth.






     At Place


Russian wheat


       worries me




      a greater stake

          so bright


  I believed


      disagreements, inherent in war


          I saw the situation


   the moment as keen as mustard.




     Sending these words through

Estranged from one’s language
hearing it through
different voices the same
and not knowing how
to express anything new.

  Take this tablet
        a street
        a body
        and restructure
        the arrangement so that
        it transforms into what
        can be spoken.

O   ce        n        er                l
  n           u               d            i
gh        t        in        an        a
  nc        i        e       n   t   vi l     l
a             ge.

See, the words
make no new
outer darkness.






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