Wednesday, August 13, 2014

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

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