Thursday, January 17, 2008

On to Bologna


 
On unknown track sit facing back.
Hay stacked to peaks.
High peaks in stacks.
Well-ordered stone
in river breaks
and laid in walls
that masons make.
Screach
in bending.
Screach
in halting.
In Vergato.
Out Pistoia.
Routed through on to Bologna.
Shutters open.
Shutter shutting.
Woodland closing.
Field unfolding.
Lightness follows darkness always.
Eighteen tunnels.
Nineteen passing.
Precise account of passage past
yet never know which dark is last.
On to Bologna
Bob Komives



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