Sounding
A run-on sentence of winter
Split the evening days of coal the red
S-Bahn across the palimpsest city
Simply for something
Birds wet with snow with wings
The steel mouth shudders
Dim lamps, damp shivers
Had nothing to do with cold
Periodo di Chiusura
Back
Now
Out over
A quiet street
Shuttered against
August’s dull heavy heat
Trails of smoke
From far fields
Cloud-hidden stars
Not one light
Across
The courtyards
Six years
To write
One
Poem
Rome 1999-2005
Alexander Booth
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