Joseph Salvatore Aversano
In Balconies
from
many
floors
down
the
scent
of
the
earth
lifting
many
floors
up
the
rain
On a Morning Blur-Drive Past Phokaia
sea sky distant mountains
before even a word
for blue
Quantum
particle of dust
bounding off
like a satellite lost
& yet reflecting
some light
& going
at the pace
of not going
& as if in its
being aloft it’s
arrived
Stazione Sizmica Orzi (lunedì 30 marzo 2020)
Comparing 24-hours recordings of February 24, and March 30, shows how the seismic noise dropped significantly during the daytime, with almost no traffic going in or out of the city.
— David Bressan. Coronavirus Lockdowns Cause Worldwide Decrease In Man-Made Seismic Noise. Forbes, April 4, 2020
w/ an ear
to the Po
valley floor
the new
production
plant sleeps
like a hill;
& in the
impossible
to hear
distance
a detected
stone drops
off of a
Dolomite
Joseph Salvatore Aversano currently lives on the Central Anatolian steppe with his wife Asu; and there, they have been observing the steppe’s subtle changes in light and learning the names of its wildflowers. His poetry has been published widely in journals such as Bones, is/let, Otoliths, and NOON: journal of the short poem. A New Resonance 11 (Red Moon Press, 2019) features his micro-poetry.
