The Poetry Project

Sofia Candiani

Road to Ivrea

Spirals of dust collected themselves
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Again, I’m collecting context clues.
Sorting through dates
and ashes
and plastic containers
filled with moldy blueberries
huddled together ceremoniously

Yes, between weathered asphalt,
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Work from Obtuse Angles, Tentative Skies, Awkward Chops with Edmund Berrigan