Aubade

After a dream of Italy, I wander,
gaping unsweetly at a garden vine.
I should unpin and carry in the laundry
before it rains, but Italy unpins
time: a tendril roams in dopey motion,
a half an inch an hour, blind and slow,
unfurling towards a thing it doesn’t know
isn’t there. I sleep, I wake, I stare,
seeing, somehow, the Ponte Vecchio,
and seeing you, my susurrating satyr,
my incandescent glossolaliac,
seeing again your hieroglyphic face—
the rain unlocks its petrichor and patter—
the vine and I grow wild into space—

Hannah Louise Poston

Hannah Louise Poston

Hannah Louise Poston is a poet and essayist. Her poems have been featured on Poetry Daily and appeared or are forthcoming in a number of journals, including Ploughshares and The Yale Review. Her nonfiction has been featured on Longreads and appeared in The New York Times. Hannah is also an instructor of Argentine tango and the founder of Poema Clothing, purveyor of luxury handmade tango clothes. She has an MFA in poetry from the University of Michigan and she lives in Los Angeles.
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Hannah Louise Poston is a poet and essayist. Her poems have been featured on Poetry Daily and appeared or are forthcoming in a number of journals, including Ploughshares and The Yale Review. Her nonfiction has been featured on Longreads and appeared in The New York Times. Hannah is also an instructor of Argentine tango and the founder of Poema Clothing, purveyor of luxury handmade tango clothes. She has an MFA in poetry from the University of Michigan and she lives in Los Angeles.