Ora e sempre resistenza

The hawk sits high, undisturbed.
The chill April breeze is its driving force
as it falls
like freedom
from the skies.

The rats again will scatter
dark starbursts
into the hedgerows into the drains.

The eye of the hawk
the power of the people
the rats will never taste triumph again.

April 23

Giò’s fingers drip day-lit sparks of luminescence
from below, scaled sea dragons eye the surface
the sail lifts away from the water
and suddenly
and silently
all is air and the future