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low clouds
high ridges
working all day
for peanuts
of the imagination.
what I would give
for the raw slope
of a cashew.
2.
body like a stone
bending currents
wisdom of bedrock
low moans in soft grasses
where a stream might have been
a figure may be traced,
maybe not
something etched in mind
3.
swirled in
jacuzzi current
sipping green tea
mist rising in young dance
to gathered clouds
ha ha
laughs the worker
clearing party remains--
looks like fun
I can think of worse things to do,
but what I had to do
to get here
is what takes the breath
away.
4.
mountains disappear--
winter twilight
full-moon framed--
pines
spindles
thermos steam
rising--
Halo moon,
free soon
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Tom Lavazzi is a poet and critic whose work appears
in such journals as Postmodern Culture, American Poetry
Review, Symploke, Talisman, The Little Magazine, Mantis:
Journal of Poetry, Criticism, Translation; Genre, Poetry
Motel, Poetry New York, Post-Identity, Rhizome: Cultural
Studies in Emerging Knowledge, and Sagetrieb, among
others; he is author of three volumes of poetry: Stirr'd
Up Everywhere (collage poem/artist's book, A Musty Bone,
'95), Crossing Borders (Mellen, 1996), and LightsOut
(Bright Hill Press, '05). He edits Estuary: a Journal
of Art and Literature and teaches at CUNY-Kingsborough.
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