A Nina Simone song playing
in your head
The
sun sets in the mountains
with
a canvassed quickness.
In
the summer, the winter, spring.
The
lungs and ribs of every cloud
are
newly born and transparent.
You
can see the stars!
Counting
the darkness is impossible, verily impossible!
Back
in town if your boss thinks you’re guilty of something
you’re
guilty of something,
but
not out here, not tonight.
In
the mountains
and
when the sun goes down
and
the thicked marble slab of the dark.
Your
cheeks, your eyelashes, are anti-heirs
to
a thousand municipal ordinances here.
The
ruddy dirt, the announced silence.
The
unannounced silence.
You
can see the stars tonight!
Shining
and bright!
Jeff Alessandrelli is the author of the little book Erik Satie Watusies His Way Into Sound and the chapbook Don’t Let Me Forget To Feed the Sharks. He currently lives in Lincoln, NE, where he co-curates The Clean Part Reading Series. Recent poetry by him appears or will appear in Gulf Coast, Salt Hill, Redivider and Boston Review.
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