Once again in the zizzy dialect
he set out to park reality in our minds
The stone houses of Treviso
ancient pavings in summer heat
Here the words track earth change
all the way to the Geiger levels
Barely able to believe
it is coming to an end already
Down where the rootworks feed
grasses picking their moment to gush
The radio waves muzzy and chattering
their once in lifetime insistences
We return to it his intuitions
that in his way mutated into instructions
Invitations invasions
intimations
that nature (word overused) gets us in turn
Once again here in the surety
language offers he gets us
For whom Treviso is a day trip
farmlands fallen castles canals
More so where we are now this instant
listening not only to solitary cicadas
Or jazz from an outmoded sound machine
in antipodean backyards at dusk
Questions about ends and starts
all our best laid designs
Are playing their tricks in his rhetoric
it is almost unbelievable
See that bullock shape of Treviso
he lived inside full time all its myriad tangle
Lines now we return to in modest imprints
work through via online Englishings
Interesting descriptions in form of poetry. Congrats for this experience!
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