The Real JC

A whole lotta love going on at the Poetics List for the real JC, Joseph Ceravolo. In 2004 I blogged a little on JC and also posted a rare poem of his. In the spirit of what's shaking now, here's another bootleg from his unpublished manuscript Mad Angels:

SONNET
by Joseph Ceravolo

In the midde of Autumn
early when the skies
show the dawn
still hovering in trees
and the geese, a series
of arrows break form
for another unknown bird
that catches our eyes,
I can't return.
While overhead one storm
in the bird's neck feathers carries
the dampness of the journey

soaked with our laughs and whispers
in the subterfuge of happiness.