Frank Correnti
1.
Wander inside the fences of the heart --
precipitous slopes, the panorama
in the middle of a range --
afternoon, after a tall climb
in the backwoods, a rogue elephant
trailing minutes behind.
2.
The improbable nature of her
walking away, of her long lashes
banning the sight
begins a long darkness, cold
divides the right and the left,
the armies of the dusk and dawn.
3.
We are all for the most part
vulnerable. Images that remain
refuse to age, reject
the laying on of hands, we have
granite in the high sierra,
casinos in the rainbows and browns.
Copyright (c) 2004 by Frank Correnti