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lets not forget
the improvised song
.
falling from above when
you stop to meditate
.
wings flapping
nervously sounding
.
almost metallic
that clear it seems
.
lighter than
daylight
.
.
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*
let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
.
ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
.
if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor
.
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*
our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long
.
walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
.
it was probably
because grandpa
.
explained everything
to me then – I got it
.
the habit of asking why
exacting answers
.
even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking
.
.
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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road
.
I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
.
my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
.
I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts
.
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.
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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
.
perfumes sail to
the clouds away
.
from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
.
.
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I like to see
things from afar
.
to climb hills or
even stairs
.
see things in
their right
.
importance
little
.
not available
for grabs
.
me up there
where I should be
.
almost gone
totally here
.
.
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stand always
at the beginning of things
.
keep that attitude
as your compass in life
.
you are never at the
end it will never be
.
the end of the world
but always for us
.
the beginning
of anything new
.
.
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.
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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
.
it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
.
I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
.
join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
.
suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
.
as I sit speechless
.
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was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
.
was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
.
I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
.
*
solitude is the place
of clear listening
a shining
meadow
.
there we are
given the privilege
of grasping what fills
the apparently invisible
*
let solitude be
my greater passion
the place in which
my life thrives
.
.
*
the struggle to live
that has taken place
within me these past months
is disturbing the deeper
silence I was used to
.
1.
I had to get A/C
this summer
I had no choice
.
not the one that refreshes you
the one that burns inside
called chemotherapy
.
red not the least
that’s how they call it
abroad Red Devil
.
2.
after a springtime
quite upsetting
first the diagnosis
.
then the tests results
always the opposite
of what I was hoping for
.
the metastasis going
thank goodness mine was a slow one
the hospitalization the surgery
.
3.
came recovery from surgery
infinite the time of the drainages and edemas
and the infection at the expander inserted
.
we made it just in time
right by the wee day to get to
the medical therapy necessary
.
considered the difficult nature
of the cells mutated in the darkness
of my perfect body as I saw it
.
4.
this A/C is hell
inside of you the portable one
it goes in up your veins all around
.
inside your body
attaching every single cells
you can feel it scorching them
.
you try to go on with your day
– I will rest I will get over this –
but you spend your time
.
listening to set off alarms
to observe what is going on
now in the central part
.
of your poor body
a planet on fire every thing burning
a country invaded
.
busy to defend itself
to free itself confused holds in and release
you sail – filled up with nausea
.
every thing moves
but not you – you have to be still
in the dark in the shadow
.
nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer
everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh
and you child of the sun – to live –
.
you got your A/C and you stayed home
with nausea but not from a boat
hot flashes but not from the beach
.
transformed in the fugitive of light and heat
as they seem to be the unnecessary flames
that lights the gas in my veins
.
5.
I go out after sunset a bit
if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat
otherwise I observe I lay and lose
.
the good cells and the disobeying ones
the digestive and intestinal
order I have always had so far
.
I observe perplexed this war
my body lives amplified
I though surgery was the worse part
.
almost as observing earth
from far away consuming itself in conflicts
on my top I become the moon
.
on my night pillow I don’t spread any more
the constellations of the serene nights
of my long white hair scattered
.
now I find the stubs of my very short hair
what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape
I will have to get used to that too
.
at the end of this complete makeover
that would not leave anything unturned
what light will ever shine out of me
.
*
to read
to listen
to write
.
three steps
.
to be
to live
to die
.
.
*
waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
.
annamosca 
