MARIO LUZI'S JOURNEY

The water
from the home harbor
now has wings
as the bird
and the boy
search for bread
by the corner bakery
the taste and thought
alone is worth
the scent,
jazz is being played
in an attic
above the house of bread
the boy climbs up
six flights
like the bird
outside the apartment
flies by the window
the child tastes
the morning sunlight
and the bird
ascends to an open sky.