For Amelia Rosselli
[There is wind still and all efforts
fail to keep the clearing
steadfast in its design]
February opens
passage
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
retracing
the steps of our
shadow languages lost
underground
mourning echoes of beauty
blowing in tree branches
on the windows of Piazza Costaguti
and Piazza Mattei
diving
into dark
the forest of no time
(Published in Molly Bloom, May 2020)
All images © 2015 – 2020 Jasmina Bolfek-Radovani.
