Nick Piombino – 2 Postcard Poems

Nick Piombino

2 Postcard Poems
from Postcard Poems:  Nick Piombino & Stephanie Young

Soto Voce After the formal meeting ends The private conversations start, The combined voices sound like breaking waves Laughter rippling out at the waves’ peak Gradually subsiding until the room is empty As the beach at dawn.  A phrase floated out As if cast ashore by the largest wave: Some way of knowing.  Of course we think There is no way, especially if it’s put that way. Shelter Angel I agree that fallen angels exert a certain charm Taste once as guest the unforgettable funky must of a public shelter on the street and you’ll watch your step and carefully avoid falling again into that bottomless pit and the fathomless exoticism of square one

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