S T E P H E N D I G N A Z I O
not in but attended to life emerges walking again intractable earth notion of nothing to do with beauty widespread time lapse gestation once open pools of snow now continents of ice without extremes not stopping having to go back  equinox there's that fear shit narrow pale yellow smooth to begin each maybe desire to be penetrated stack at hand /your eyes that look alone at last /color here green yellow (again) fall early snow with white /both of them my mother patient my father (queasy) feeling what willing blind /close up of winter road with salt beautiful stretch of beach aerial view of highways through it genitive landscape /old cut off hillside stump taking flight out unknown simply removed March discovery of September's death bird remains /another view of road mentioned /my desk late summer it would be sepia this is like history in the making /summer interior two windows two chairs buddah etc trees beyond exposed against glass like ice /1st day 7th grade my love my love /asleep /mid-summer garden tableau naked man dead in reflecting pool youth love /and another garden Rocks Hard pressed Earth bound Love of core Friends Pressed hard Bounded earth Core of Love  some photos for Cathy Smith even flowers alter and each paradise points through its demarcation a garden without we foreground our links through the silence we share sod reveals increments of rise in south facing crescents small satisfactions half- formed wind- blown pine composed on the air  rosa mundi holding the letter that read am i being held in the right place I remember Viet Nam birthday lottery arguing paradoxically we'd already been born random crows approximate apples  personal history point sequence consequence that to make one out of it his life now erased seemed to shut up to have been a makes b a concept b makes a a memory reflected seas as scene revealed new angle on where we're from minus one doesn't wish to mislead and equally lost is its own past tense for one left behind  type of poem for my father landscape is quiet writ now disregard with over recounted in alphabetic space it of much so equals the time telling ox an as dumb in a(n) hungry wave at dispersing it of the edges as I it by it by first snow | walking by woods [read in bostrophedon order]
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Illustration at the beginning of this file by Marey, from a graph of a horse's walk based on an 1886 chronophotograph.
Copyright 1997 by Stephen Dignazio
published by Oasis Press
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