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John Martone
Tufo
2019
later years
Copyright © 2019 John Martone
Tufo
johnmartone@gmail.com
later years
vestigia sunt
— Bonaventure
as if we weren’t
already weightless
autumn
~5~
reaching out —
an olive hand
another fresco
~6~
sparrow
I’m still learning Latin
~7~
going all day
without my glasses
practice
feels like —
an empty bottle’s
inner light
~8~
small as
they are
basil
flowers
pull my
80
kilos
closer
~9~
outside the nursing home
nothing’s
going to happen
look how
the waves break
~ 10 ~
Arthur Dove
and Helen Torr
a single
room
where they
could
paint
the sea
~ 11 ~
Aeneas
bore his father
~ 12 ~
stone walls
in fall —
he unfolds
a blanket
take out
my parka
here is
an inchworm
~ 13 ~
sun returns
after two days rain
the quilt’s largest patch
~ 14 ~
overgrown
~ 15 ~
out of nowhere
thought pops up
touch-me-nots
~ 16 ~
all those dews a caterpillar
~ 17 ~
Heraclitus’
contemplation —
caterpillar
caterpillar —
how suddenly
~ 18 ~
caterpillar
farewell
drawn out
tomorrow —
the cocoon
~ 19 ~
looking for
the real thing
getting lost
in a guidebook
~ 20 ~
something I can’t see
eating holes in turnip greens
it’s a big sky
closing in
on the light
inside-out
~ 21 ~
fall sun shaft
full of wings
I can’t see
garden nimbus
a cloud of mites
~ 22 ~
five-gallon pot
for washing tomatoes
or two blue shirts
~ 23 ~
Pop
— but I never called him Pop
Mom
who felt my forehead
night settles
around the house
her cedar chest
~ 24 ~
God knows it’s only baby talk
~ 25 ~
the last basil stems
an old man's
bony legs
draughtsman
evermore
exact till
~ 26 ~
stringing figs
how far
heaven
~ 27 ~
a snail shell
reminds you
of the friend
you didn’t
have to be
as if you
never were
~ 28 ~
bilingual
now and then
~ 29 ~
many names —
mailbox
under the olives
opened at dawn
the water tap
drowning silence
~ 30 ~
five-foot eight
lemon tree —
such thorns!
~ 31 ~
dawn the color of bread being broken
the dew
lying in bed with eyes shut still I study the dew
~ 32 ~
a cup
placed on its saucer
maple leaves falling
~ 33 ~
the longest grief
bulrushes twice our height
then the shore
~ 34 ~
all the strangers
grown old in
your hometown
~ 35 ~
hosing the muck
from your shoes
you see your face
~ 36 ~
snow falling
all the dark morning tries
to write his name
~ 37 ~
hunched over
in the ruins of a house
writing my name
~ 38 ~
remembering how
to write his name
sibylline leaves
~ 39 ~
the first letter
always hardest
writing my name
writing my name
hard enough —
God’s are numberless
~ 40 ~
Gerry Wensinger
Bob Lax — I love
how they sign
~ 41 ~
another “dream house”
middle of nowhere
mice in the kitchen
sparrow’s nest
in the doorless closet
~ 42 ~
patching stucco
winter sky
the same color
~ 43 ~
bluer than
the gas flame
jay at her door
~ 44 ~
his death-day
hand-me-down
cardigan
without a word
Christmas cactus
right on time
~ 45 ~
the long
branch
answers
a small
bird’s
lighting
~ 46 ~
looking offshore —
sometimes
we surface
~ 47 ~
winter rain
mid-continent
a cold sea stalls
planetary fragment —
I circle the block
until I forget
~ 48 ~
winter solstice —
sunflower sprouts
under the cloth
~ 49 ~
a jar of olives
on the table
no one’s home
tinnitus
my winter room
~ 50 ~
landscape
the windmill
with no sails
~ 51 ~
featherbed hung
over a sill —
one of many windows
transformed
in the twinkling of an eye
like everyone else
~ 52 ~
the road back —
light from a house
thought
abandoned
hoarfrost —
the sparrow’s crumbs
dull white
~ 53 ~
la terra promessa will fill my mouth
~ 54 ~
cave
where Francis slept
the back of
my eye
I eat my bread
among the stones
where he preached
to the birds
~ 55 ~
I kiss the rock face
surprised how the sun
has warmed it
~ 56 ~
wearing your late
father’s clothes
~ 57 ~
the winter shoreline’s
lime-white cottages
empty shells
~ 58 ~
winter
the ivy
holds on
amaryllis
only the words you need to see
~ 59 ~
the pine tree felled
it’s an empty light
~ 60 ~
Christmas 2018
o be still
we’re stained glass
then see-through
winter-bright
a short day
to clean by
~ 61 ~
sesame seeds
around a sweetness
years ago
long loaves
in paper sleeves above
a boy with his coins
~ 62 ~
little sister
by the hand
to shoe store
~ 63 ~
house swept
and table set
a breath
~ 64 ~
blue pajamas
dark as
your suit
~ 65 ~
dictionary
wherever
you place
your finger
~ 66 ~
surrounded by books
and not one word
~ 67 ~
the toll
a laundromat at the edge of town
~ 68 ~
from the Italian
~ 69 ~
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