GATHERINGS REMEMBERED
for the lost poets of caffe trieste: alan(RIP) buford, jordonna,
mark, owen, perry, and steve-o.
We gathered almost every day
for a few years, lines of poetry traded and declaimed
additions
subtraction
of words and images, bantering back and forth
following North Beach traditions of long ago
each of us with a page
to present or complain about,
verse building upon verse
little slices of everyday life coming together in dashes of ink or pencil,
wine, coffee, Cokes, pastries, pizza, burgers,
consumed between exposition
and our edited dreams and books read and re-read.
Change came as it always does
one of us now traveling in some other world,
but still we bring hundreds of books, hundreds of poets
to talk about late into San Francisco nights,
throwing out
short lines
long ones
bad ones
good ones
unheard ones
Top Notch ones!
Owen’s Villanelles
Steve’s vignettes
Ed’s rain and fire-escapes
Jordonna’s tomes
Mark’s classic meters
Alan’s economic musings
all our packaged series of moments, now part history,
now part daydream
moving
living
ongoing...
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