Les Antczak: from Sonnets for Avery 

Spring '13 TOC


You can go nuts trying to nitpick your

Way through details (like hard won tenacity)

Last night someone knocked over a trash can

Sending it halo-ing through the courtyards

Across the ice underneath the razor stars

I couldn't sleep after that, thumbing through

The shreds of a dream I would've completely

Lost if not for that son of a bitch who

Went his way whistling drunk wanderlust

– for myself the already jagged knife

Had lodged shards into the apparatus for

Worrying - thoughts no one can ever piece

Together, or inscribe into the mud of those

Spider-silk delicate roots that bind the soul

 

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