Opening poem of the poetry collection California Notebooks 02
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the volume of the sky
above me and the land
stretching from my feet
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it’s an afterward
moving
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this of giving poetry
a way
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to talk about the beauty
lingering
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unseen
sensitivity shining
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bright
in our darker days
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when we
think there’s little
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to be seen
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lets not forget
the improvised song
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falling from above when
you stop to meditate
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wings flapping
nervously sounding
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almost metallic
that clear it seems
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lighter than
daylight
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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking
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ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side
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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
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walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me
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it was probably
because grandpa
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explained everything
to me then – I got it
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the habit of asking why
exacting answers
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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
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I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there
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my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me
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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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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where
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perfumes sail to
the clouds away
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from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass
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I like to see
things from afar
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to climb hills or
even stairs
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see things in
their right
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importance
little
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not available
for grabs
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me up there
where I should be
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almost gone
totally here
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stand always
at the beginning of things
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keep that attitude
as your compass in life
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you are never at the
end it will never be
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the end of the world
but always for us
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the beginning
of anything new
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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
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as I sit speechless
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was dreaming of
sunny awakenings
sweet cuddling and words
few – tight together
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was getting out to say
good morning – gratitude
will not fail me
a smile in spite
of everything
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I will hold
happiness
between
my hands
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solitude is the place
of clear listening
a shining
meadow
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there we are
given the privilege
of grasping what fills
the apparently invisible
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let solitude be
my greater passion
the place in which
my life thrives
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the struggle to live
that has taken place
within me these past months
is disturbing the deeper
silence I was used to
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1.
I had to get A/C
this summer
I had no choice
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not the one that refreshes you
the one that burns inside
called chemotherapy
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red not the least
that’s how they call it
abroad Red Devil
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after a springtime
quite upsetting
first the diagnosis
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then the tests results
always the opposite
of what I was hoping for
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the metastasis going
thank goodness mine was a slow one
the hospitalization the surgery
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3.
came recovery from surgery
infinite the time of the drainages and edemas
and the infection at the expander inserted
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we made it just in time
right by the wee day to get to
the medical therapy necessary
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considered the difficult nature
of the cells mutated in the darkness
of my perfect body as I saw it
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4.
this A/C is hell
inside of you the portable one
it goes in up your veins all around
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inside your body
attaching every single cells
you can feel it scorching them
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you try to go on with your day
– I will rest I will get over this –
but you spend your time
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listening to set off alarms
to observe what is going on
now in the central part
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of your poor body
a planet on fire every thing burning
a country invaded
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busy to defend itself
to free itself confused holds in and release
you sail – filled up with nausea
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every thing moves
but not you – you have to be still
in the dark in the shadow
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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 –
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you got your A/C and you stayed home
with nausea but not from a boat
hot flashes but not from the beach
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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat
as they seem to be the unnecessary flames
that lights the gas in my veins
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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
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the good cells and the disobeying ones
the digestive and intestinal
order I have always had so far
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I observe perplexed this war
my body lives amplified
I though surgery was the worse part
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almost as observing earth
from far away consuming itself in conflicts
on my top I become the moon
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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more
the constellations of the serene nights
of my long white hair scattered
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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
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at the end of this complete makeover
that would not leave anything unturned
what light will ever shine out of me
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annamosca 
