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Derek Gromadzki







                            Murmur  sift  incomplete and sudden—
                    Spring on   bowed  feet
                                                           and  lend no purchase to the flagstone floors
                                        These   our  inhospitable  welcome
                and  the  imprints  of  numberless   penitents  crawling
 sandlike  sieved with trips and  busted  strides
                                                                 impart  digressions
                                                       tangled  in riddles of empty 












          chant   that unseals  the  eventide 
   and we suppose a posture from  the  curvetone  tethered
                                          to  idle   heights    and  swoon  beneath hieratic
                         scratches  on  lappets  in  the recesses
              lean  among  posts  and
                                    jambs  hammered upright veer  a  twisted  balance
                                                              scavenges  chevron  for  sphere’s  proportion                                    where catenaries trail outlandish prodigies   and we commit to stray












            so remote imagination  aiming at oblivions  construes
               scales  of  the  actual  peculiar to exaltations  of   fling  and  whim
                                                      that  elegance  strangles
                       from a lute’s  neck
                 strings  up  on transparent notes  and plays like phosphor in the tempered glow
                                                               Minutes  out of  time when time was  short
hover  pluck  and  strum  tallow  glister
   through opaque frames for the morrow mass
                             and  croon O  patiently  patiently   misapprehend












                    another   low  chord  to  atone
        for  routed  octaves  clustered  in the architraves
                                                       lanced  under  canopies  without  means  to  luster
                                                              and  gone  from  us  as  gone  before    a   harmony
                            that difference rifts  and  tumbles  disenchanted
 but in stooping  we  perceive
     how instinct beats in the skeleton’s rattling pulse
                             and unrests of flesh  and  final prayer
                                           inhabit  plumb and thread  trajectories





Derek Gromadzki is currently an MFA student at Brown University. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Colorado Review, Drunken Boat, American Letters & Commentary, Black Warrior Review, CutBank, The Journal, Seneca Review, and elsewhere.