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W.S. Di Piero

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Having My Cards Read

Hobos wail a garbage can against
the cyclone links. The monkey puzzle tree
droops its scaly tails above our heads
as she sets up near the zoo’s bonobos,
humping happy in their cages close
to chimps ripping off each other’s ears.
And in the cloud reposing on the sky,
cut by an F22’s long hookah puffs,
the cyan atmospherics rupture into
solarized platelets: her Ray-Bans foil
my own face back at me:
                    A time of renewals
       though somewhere
               dark cold woe
                     You won’t know what’s what
Comes a taste of sea to make her pause,
and marine gusts slice and spook her cards, my cards,
that ﬂurry to the sidewalk, near the barred gate,
breaking fortune down faster as she speaks.

W.S. Di Piero

(Verenigde Staten, 1945)

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Having My Cards Read

Hobos wail a garbage can against
the cyclone links. The monkey puzzle tree
droops its scaly tails above our heads
as she sets up near the zoo’s bonobos,
humping happy in their cages close
to chimps ripping off each other’s ears.
And in the cloud reposing on the sky,
cut by an F22’s long hookah puffs,
the cyan atmospherics rupture into
solarized platelets: her Ray-Bans foil
my own face back at me:
                    A time of renewals
       though somewhere
               dark cold woe
                     You won’t know what’s what
Comes a taste of sea to make her pause,
and marine gusts slice and spook her cards, my cards,
that ﬂurry to the sidewalk, near the barred gate,
breaking fortune down faster as she speaks.