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Italian Summers

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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Dreams From The California Notebooks 02

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I cannot be richer than
on summer nights

deep in silence
and beauty
open wide open

window mind soaring
above a few clouds strolling
by the moon

the language of nature
whispering to me the
dreams to come

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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02

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Crossing Rivieras

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wellness downing

with the evening

lightly salty breeze

 

it’s a loud concert

around me waves

crashing every where

 

deep remote thunder

of the sea underneath

brought up by that

 

back and forth moving

crickets and cicadas

fighting for the solo

 

now that the city man

who couldn’t stop

talking has left

 

I’m laying on the cliff

open to the sky

a million pieces of

 

me scattered the last

rays of the day will

gather

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More poems of this collection: “Crossing Rivieras” can be found on this blog with the search botton to your right.

Italian Summer, Ferragosto 2015

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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California Notebooks, 2014

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it is a revelation
not one cicada
sounds the same

a butterfly sitting
by me admiring
something I lose

myself on such lightness
I use to tell children
to stop and to listen to

the songs of
butterflies as
they nodded back

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The London Hours, 2012

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The hour approaches
the you has changed colors
as seasons do
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I like yours better
hues of wheat and blue skies
his were the colors of night
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his eyes too small and close together
I’d rather be close to you
and dive into large ones
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although one looks away
although spring is over
and summer who knows
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how long will run
you wished
the haul with me.

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