Trip Advisor
Here came the ocean sneaking back
after pulling out yesterday with no so longs
We will ignore its obvious infidelities
Sol the dehumidifier and Luna the water magnet
have worked together to create Thursday
and given the visiting eyes on the balcony
a glimpse of the cosmic flywheel everyone
will then go down to breakfast reassured
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To This Waiting
I brought a book a moth at the window
coffee heated by red spirals
light wrapped inside a little twisted bulb
I brought patient expectation to a grid of tiles
spider head down as if six thirty
appliances assembled in rapt silence
the book so poignant its pages were tissues
in anticipation
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Michelangelo Variation
If his figures awaited release from rock
then angels were probably already in the paint
It was just a matter of brushing them out of the bristles
and into the air above the apotheosis
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Olympic
How to enter the water like passing through glass
without disturbing the surface a loving limitation
a perfected falling the simple parameters of height
and surface and how many twists between them
ending in tens and a kiss of no particular nationality
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Texts
Writing is a hand book hand hand in hand
longhand taking hold of cursive like a rope
A book of hours in Carolingian Minuscule
testamentary evangelistic commemorative
calligraphy on skins indexing memories
Poet and visual artist Allan Peterson’s most recent book is This Luminous, New and Selected Poems (Panhandler Books). A recipient of the Juniper Prize and an NEA Fellowship, he lives and writes in Ashland, Oregon. Website: www.allanpeterson.net