sunrise streaks yellow
breeze from the sea to the mountains
the first drops of autumn
Author: simonsalento
I slipped
I slipped in the shower
thinking of you
I tripped on the staircase
thinking of you
I think I can now quite unsafely say
I’ve fallen for you
in the shadow
in the shadow gold
cheekbones, hair and eyes
I breathe slow, breathless
the sunrise
the sunset is its promise;
the sunrise is its coming true

balance
I tried to walk the
line but tipped
over, hard.
Yes, I love you.
There I’ve said
it and now I
can’t
regain my
balance.
l’alba è bella
l’alba è bella
gli alberi sono belli
il mare è bello
le onde sono belle
tu? tu?
non ci sono parole
the dawn is beautiful
the dawn is beautiful
the trees are beautiful
the sea is beautiful
the waves are beautiful
you? you?
there are no words
(my translation)

skin sun hot
skin sun hot, salt streaked
roof terrace shower ice shock
light slants; we make our own rainbows
5-stage text development process
– wishing
– sleeping
– dreaming
– writing
The missing stage is coffee. Add anywhere in the process.
September sounds Salento
a single cricket
playing a lonely solo
curses from the bocce park
jet fighters above
WISH YOU WERE HERE
If I wrote you a postcard
I would write
‘wish you were here’
perhaps in capital letters.
WISH YOU WERE HERE
is a banal codification
used when people have nothing to say
but the situation demands a message.
This is known.
But
if I wrote you a postcard
and wrote
‘wish you were here’
perhaps in capital letters
you would see through the context
strip away the convention
and see the message as it was truly meant.
I wish you were here.