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Ascend These Remnants Echoing
I want to know there's grace
beyond your Gioconda smile.
Walk with me through this valley
in Nevada, where petroglyphs cling
to crumbling rock facades
tense with old igneous waiting.
I want to know you hear them,
tribal devotions in stone.
When we become one with deer
secrets once silent will sing.
There you leave your i-Pod
as offering before it rains,
& we see this mountain finally
with vermilion spire shedding
the obscure mist
of
earthly
symbols.
Peter Magliocco writes from Las Vegas, Nevada, where he's edited the lit-zine ART:MAG for over 20 years.
He has recent poetry in HEELTAP, A HUDSON VIEW POETRY DIGEST, GOLD DUST, EVISCERATOR HEAVEN and elsewhere. His
latest chapbooks are Nude Poetry Garage Sale (Virgrogray Press) and The Heaven of Words (Propaganda Press).
He's twice been Pushcart Prize nominated for poetry...
Email: Peter Magliocco
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