Things tug at one another,
call it what you will, gravity,
the hearth’s pull on the heart,
the inverted relationship
between the blue haze of mountains
and the bleak ache of longing,
a fundamental force
that says what was two
must now be one, the stars
collapsing upon themselves,
freefalling into the fused
furnace of your center.
Angelo Giambra's poems
appear in Flutter, ken*again, Atlanta Review and Hudson View. A network engineer living
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