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Notes from Underground


by Gary Percesepe


for pari

 

 

The end is rehearsed over and over;

in a world without heaven all is farewell.

 

There's a stretch of ice and snow ahead

visible from your basement window.

 

You sit on the big bed billing hours while

outside under the great sky grief falls like leaves.

 

In the crooked streets of the suburbs women are

strung like Christmas lights on telephone poles

 

their heads positioned like satellite dishes

tuned to imaginary planets.

 

I want to sit on the roof of your old building high

above the Hudson and take one last ride with you

 

beyond the papery Palisades, past the tall ships

dozing in the harbor to see Lady Liberty, who looks

 

like she's put on weight and donned a pair of glasses

to peer over at Jersey, squinting at the barest watery wave,


scribbling dissolving messages on her ten foot tablet,

raising her stony arm to you in salute.

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