poem index

Cityscape 1

Pablo Medina
Let the aroma of need
waft across the river to New Jersey:

all the snow and hills,
a sky that moves and moves.

I saw a rose in the clouds,
I saw happiness on fire.

Copyright 2005 by Pablo Medina, from Points of Balance/Puntos de apoyo. Reprinted with permission from Four Way Books. All rights reserved.

Pablo Medina

by this poet

for Karen Bentivenga
Sometimes in the heat of the snow
you want to cry out

for pleasure or pain like a bell.
And you wind up holding each other,

listening to the in-between 
despite the abyss at the edge of the table. 

Hell. Mulgrew Miller plays like a big 
bad spider, hands on