enthymic logic

 
there is
++++++no trace
between
++++++this grain
and
+++that root
still
++++++if i think of
++++++the blossoms
++++++and a wheel
++++++grinding, i
++++++grow happy.

 

of our time

if +++      (spoken
above the machine noise)

as though we have
a choice.
++++++i don’t have enough
++++++capital for a choice

so i settle as i
do in a basement
room to scribble
to myself of birds
passing and life’s
problems.

++++++but change–it
++++++is always around us
++++++but i suspect i
++++++will die without
++++++it.

 

some replies are worth
waiting for

 
1.
the spiders are waiting
below the porch lights,
and we make sure that
the switch is on.

2.
through questions i have
tried to move to
consistency but i have
settled with myself.

 

* * *
 
 
William Allegrezza edits the e-zine Moria. He has previously published many poetry books, including In the Weaver’s Valley, Ladders in July, Fragile Replacements, Collective Instant, Aquinas and the Mississippi (with Garin Cycholl), Covering Over, and Densities, Apparitions; two anthologies, The City Visible: Chicago Poetry for the New Century and La Alteración del Silencio: Poesía Norteamericana Reciente; seven chapbooks, including Sonoluminescence (co-written with Simone Muench) and Filament Sense (Ypolita Press); and many poetry reviews, articles, and poems.

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