Featured poem

For Amelia Rosselli

[There is wind still and all efforts
              fail to keep the clearing
              steadfast in its design]

February opens
to rooms
emptied of their substance
on Piazza Navona

call me si je ne suis pas là-bas
          if I am not appelle-moi there
                     chiamami se non ci sono

two cups broken in the shade of past mornings
the taste of salt in summer strawberry
I longing ate under sunshine
on the Piazza del Popolo
re-membering the moment your trilingual verses
disintegrated on
the page

we are machines that wake up
before other machines
the steps of our
shadow languages lost
mourning echoes of beauty
blowing in tree branches
on the windows of Piazza Costaguti
and Piazza Mattei
into dark
the forest of no time

(Published in Molly Bloom, May 2020)

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