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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
.
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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From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.
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Una sorpresa per questa domenica pre-pasquale (sembro un pulcino appena uscito dall’uovo), il segmento della mia intervista in diretta a Seilatv – Pomeriggio216. Racconto dei miei viaggi nella California del Sud dove ho “raccolto” i miei due volumi poetici bilingue California Notebooks
A early Easter surprise (yes, I look like a chick that just cracked off the egg in this interview, LOL) a live interview for an Italian TV where I tell about my trips to California where I “gathered” poetic inspiration and where I wrote the two volumes of the California Notebooks
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I pick up words
as small daisies
on a spring field
careful to hold them
in small bunches
never as beautiful
as when first spotted
a memory of wonder
blushing as they close
around their meaning
covering the heart
shy of a truth near
enough for our dull spirit
to remember a note
or two
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This poem is in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”. If you wish to get your own copy click here
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I’ve seen rain
stepping on the sea
incessantly tapping
not able to carve
ancient holes
as on rocks
because it
was welcomed
it was welcome
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks
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annamosca 
