Not Mine

Professor Deming would be proud of
this intertextuality

adoption of written legacy iterated
at least four times over the
Americanexperiment,
Whitman WIlliams Gizzi
me, illuminated by these words:

"...
A bridge expands over foliage.
The river dappled
With wind and speed
And the sensation of night.
Thrown back your head
To the milky tears.
All types and shapes
Of silent light.
Here the crab, the bear,
The dipper, the wheel
And the little tightnesses
That keep us wanting.
The wanting that keeps us
Looking hard into the dark.
The dark we hope to unpack
And move into
That one day
We might find ourselves lit up."

Peter Gizzi, "The Outernationale"

Perfect lines for packing/unpacking
moving out/in
ternational travel and summer nights
of constellations reflected cross
the sky

CVP