Nicholas Damion Alexander Poems

From the trenches he heard the blast
of bombs booming in the near distance,
saw the heavy clump of black smoke
twisting like a tornado;
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A sudden surge of wind supported the forecast
a cold front pending
descending
from the north in this the year's final month
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After the rain: the gnawing of crickets,
sun-scorched leaves.

A bird harrowing far away inside
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The valley is a wonderful spectacle
of color: pink poi, red hibiscus,
golden sunflowers; all arranged masterfully
as if by an expert florist.
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This is Rome, converted home of the gods,
seat of the Papacy, and of the Renaissance,
place of the Leaning Tower
and the sword of Antiquity,
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A heavy mist rises
out of the valley
like gun smoke, rifling
the air, setting off a time piece
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Anything can inspire me to verse:
a dog sleeping soundly
on a makeshift veranda
thick croton flowers lining a sloping path
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I do not know the name
of most of these plants and flowers
growing here; but I know the croton
sitting broad atop time-rusted branches
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The scene plays hide-and seek
With the imagination.

Quickly, the mist lifts to reveal
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I'm
Looking at
That tree in the middle
Of the yard, glittering
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