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Alan Britt
Published: Tue Oct 15 1974
Art: Paul TheriaultEver New (detail), 2022, acrylic and found paper on scavenged wood
Not Alone

A black stone floats in the two lovers’ lips
I am not at all alone today
the grass leaning against a stone
a grackle wanders among tobacco colored leaves
the sound of a river pulling boats
In the distance
someone is unbuckling a grey head
but the lovers are persuing
the mountain in the fingertips

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Alan Britt is a poet whose recent books include Vegetable Love (March Street Press, 2009) and Vermillion (Bitter Oleander Press, 2006). (updated 6/2010)

 

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