love is finished again
 
anthony dipietro
after Yehuda Amichai

strike the center

of a silence

with a low

resonant gong

your ears

can’t tell

exactly when

its sound

has ended

& another

has taken over

 

love is finished again like that

 

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like a thing you can’t remember

               whether you said aloud or merely thought

 

like a specific drive you arrive without memory of

               because you have done the same route over and over

 

like a window left open during rain

               witnessed later in its wetness & slid shut

 

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                              you would think

                  that lightning

                              wouldn’t strike

              twice but

it often

           does in the very

                                     same place

                        love is finished

                                  again

                   like a repeat

                              lightning strike

 

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like if you stand in shadow & keep still

while the sun travels you will

 

once again be kissed by sun

or if you stand in a puddle the sun

 

will dry it

if you wait

 

& if you turn a right corner

four times you will come back

 

to the point where you began

finished

 

love

just like that

 

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like opening a mirrored cabinet on your left

                                             & another mirror on your right to create

                              the infiniti mirror effect

or like being penniless right before payday

                                             & then your bank balance rebounds

                              love is finished like that

 

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like how your taxes pay

for another parade

& ceremony another fancy black tie dance

 

even when the politician’s been

reelected to the same office

 

again love is finished

 

in its time & soon

every speech

ends

 

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               * 

 

like when you lose your

               voice & it comes back

                              like sleep interrupted in dark

 

                              hours when you know if you keep

               your eyes closed you’ll return

to sleep & it to you

 

like a downhill slope of road

               is always followed by an uphill stretch

                              though no two hills are alike

 

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once you cross a border you can

in fact cross back again but

you can never un-cross

 

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               like a batch of biscuits

burned & you have to start

               baking all over again

or like a many layered cake

               with alternating flavors

raspberry lemon vanilla repeat

               love is just like that

have you ever noticed it?

 

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like the mailbox with paper stuffed in it but

 

some days it is empty

 

eventually it will fill again

 

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like one violin      that cries a string of notes

is always joined by      a partner violin

extending the cry      while one violin

takes a break to      breathe

the wind comes      off the strings

as off a body      of water

love is finished      love begins

taking over from      another love

 

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               *

 

once you have been born to one

father you can’t be

un-born or be born to another

 

you can only scream

& cry & hope they feed

you & bring you

 

someplace safe & eventually

you rock

yourself to sleep

 

               *

Anthony DiPietro is a gay Rhode Island native who has worked in community-based organizations for 14 years. In 2016, he joined Stony Brook University, where he earned a creative writing MFA, taught college courses, and planned and diversified arts programming. He is now associate director of the Rose Art Museum in Waltham, Massachusetts. A graduate of Brown University with honors in creative writing, his poems and essays have appeared in Notre Dame Review, Spillway, Washington Square Review, and others. He has been a finalist with Coal Hill Review, Naugatuck River Review, and The Tishman Review and has received fellowships from Aspen Summer Words, The Frost Place, and Key West Literary Seminars. His website is AnthonyWriter.com.

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