And every kiss
(silent)
Thirsty flow
Of echoes
(this)
Last gathering
Of poets
At the grave
Of the end
(celebrations)
And prayer
(celebrating)
The talk
Of old bones
(mud)
In rock beds
(under)
The fair blue
Moonlit altars
Of the earth
(Every kiss)
Enhances a photograph
(and)
Every photograph
(a story)
Made of 'edges'
(the)
Edges of breath
(human)
Soft talking
(the)
'Zen Walk'
Of time
Through the
Half-carved trees
(I)
Went on
A walk
With you
Last night
In my dreams
(we)
Picked flowers
And ripe blossoms
(arranged)
In old coffee cans
(edge)
Of the
Window sill
(where)
I said
My prayers
(eyes)
At the door
(meditate):
Upon these tired
Velvet roads
Of your soul-

---John Aiello