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ALEC KOWALCYZKI See an Ant I see an ant Carrying a termite wing Over the steel street nameplate CHESTNUT. In front of the oxblood thorax jiggles The litAe isinglass petal Which has its own amber shadow. One hundred and four years of wheels Crossing the steel Have rubbed its cross-hatchings smooth. It would take many ants to do such a thing. Fewer if each carried a termite wing. c2004 ALEC KOWALCYZK |
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JASON VISCONTIWhen One Loses the Image of Oneself When one loses the image of oneself, An able body man should emerge One who bides the time and sounds the bells, A bird that sings to itself high on a birch. For all cravings go awry when the heart double-takes, And pumps all the faster to see oneself bloom, And oh the self assurance that flowers just a remake of the budding thing that grew once out of doom. And fair is fair, his sight may be stolen away For in his hourglass time waste too soon. Fear for a stranger who barked once and gained his stay… For men go back to things they used to do. For that man should waste no power and want no more than give life to one that needs to be restored. c2004 JASON VISCONTI |
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SHALINI RAOOf Late …and singe the night air with embers of my ego plastered with Paris. Past lingers on, The perfume stays in bed all day to wake fresh flowers. I am a dew-drop on the autumn Leaf afraid of smiles that wade through a sea of thoughts interrupted by the doorbell. Wait a while, stranger. Let the trees bathe in the blue And that whisper of light stay. I want to sin. c2004 SHALINI RAO |
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RICHARD ZOLAthe river...yes...if it hadnt rained maybe...
doors
constructed shapes
you me walking
standing
exchanging coins for fruit
you speak i
walking waiting crossing
up museum steps
down
carrying fruit
a book from a museum
sitting sideways
doors slide
figures enter exit
your breath mine theirs
your words mine theirs
my silence yours
a room
your shoes mine
a table
fruit near a bowl
a book
your words mine
you turn pages i
i sleep
youc2004 RICHARD ZOLA |
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RICHARD ZOLA...about 20 minutes... this street those streets these shoes those this coat this bench those coats those benches those figures these those doors those windows those stones those leaves those footseps these those voices these this this bird those this leaf falling those these small flowers between stone those this hair those shoes those hats this bag those this face those faces these teeth those these fingernails those this body those this breath this mouth those mouths those women this woman you c2004 RICHARD ZOLA |
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