Stefania Paluzzi Poems

Earthly think of me
as the unrolling mists
stepping out of the way, they grind
the warm fortune of unknown feet
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SHE comes back
where always she does
among a lot of ones, an only one
un-beloved and hanging pendant
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I’ll cross the Mississippi
my legs are far so pretty
rhythm the steps
any longer the drowning dawn
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So let’s imagine Bloom
the Mister one
counting the heads at the funeral
like an Ulysses from the abyss of a dawn
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What about lending me a penny?
The first foot.
Can you lend me a penny?
The second foot
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Then I was born
to flying now.
A flight might be a bee
once I thought
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