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Mario Petrucci

Our cells reply as petals do – 

beflowering the nervous 

byways. Gusts shake


temporal memories 

loose: bestrew a mind’s 

street corners. If hail should


pass – it will thaw quickly as 

we do. This blood tight in its 

arteries second by


second taking us 

to heart may be loosed 

in that simple space between


two beats of thought. Nothing 

lost. Spring prepares 

that tender and


final passage – 

gathers us (soft tendrils 

that we are) back to the root.


From Equinox No 24 (September 2011)