At Last the New Arriving

Poem By Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Like the horn you played in Catholic school
the city will open its mouth and cry

out. Don't worry 'bout nothing. Don't mean
no thing. It will leave you stunned

as a fighter with his eyes swelled shut
who's told he won the whole damn purse.

It will feel better than any floor
that's risen up to meet you. It will rise

like Easter bread, golden and familiar
in your grandmother's hands. She'll come back,

heaven having been too far from home
to hold her. O it will be beautiful.

Every girl will ask you to dance and the boys
won't kill you for it. Shake your head.

Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize
you are. What a lucky sack of stars.

Comments about At Last the New Arriving

It's a pleasure reading this poem and enjoying the music coming out of the tingling words. Looks like a celebration of some lovely relationships. Thank you, Gabrielle Calvocoressi.
I like her style. She's a bit like Faulkner set to poetic verse. Very original thoughts expressed in a very original manner. but it's not a private party, she brings her reader along.
It will feel better than any floor. Nice work.
Dance until your bones clatter. What a prize you are. What a lucky sack of stars. very nice thoughts and use of words and the flow.. thank you very much. tony


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