This happened, or will & On the street where I live

Chris Campanioni

in the beginning
was a word
followed by
another word
how very often
day comes before the night
& winter comes after fall
& the fall comes from Eve
or Eve’s leap
of faith, alone
so fearless & full
of want, daring
to be, all at once
known & unknown
finally, always
so long a wait
to arrive
at spring
never mind
summer, ice shaved
& placed in paper cups
for a dollar
you can find
in the daytime
& the evening
of our descent
will make a martyr
out of me
& you
will hardly consider
what it was
you happened
to be reading
or maybe only looking
at or in or through
when we met
that is to say
when you came across this
& leapt again
alone
in your own way

 

 
On the street where I live

Steven Alan stares at me
I can see myself
Staring back
Steven Alan says very little
To me at least we
Hardly speak my middle
Name is Alan
This is all we have
In common

This happened, or will  &  On the street where I live