La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

thrown

long hours lead
to light over brick facades
to oak leaves turning in wind
as if

three ornaments are related

while four are obscure

"i watched couples walk on halsted"

a porter steps from a doorway
and whispers something
about schoenberg

"their hurried steps amaze"

wheel trace
lone button

before the bang

we laugh as acid drips

down a planter
as no mere interlude or cessation