Tuesday, April 15, 2014

MONTALE

Two glances
passes an hour
leaning on sight
trembling like the wind
on Aventine hill
lightening oscillates
between weary trees
carrying oranges
even under venerable rains
as noon day echoes
on the Ides of March
feeling love's desolation
needing an embrace
from Dora Marcus
who passes over
on a park bench.

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