Deep Sea Diaries, August 2013



the small land
where all the bones
lie has a wall of stone and concrete

if I stand on the north side
I can see little roads among
graves and rooftops of small chapels -far away

south the sea enclosed
in its gulf a whole cloud of tiny flies

in front of the eyes to disturb my view

to remind me of inevitable decay
behind me the sky clouds are sparse
light and filled with sunset hues

and the town wall -the town of
the living – I make sure to say
has a big boulder fallen off

with several small stones
on the street where cars drive

the church has scaffolding
except in the front



sopra lecco

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