Robert Kelly Remembering Frank Samperi

From Robert Kelly

He sits at his kitchen table

past three in the morning

thinking about Dante.

On the avenue an ambulance,

a bus, a shout in Polish.

Soon it will be the hour

when the garbage trucks

churn through the streets.

He thinks about a flower

then, a yellow

not exactly a rose

as we know them,

something wide and welcoming

and gold, something

far better than sleep.

 12 August 2014

                                                                                    remembering Frank Samperi