You sang me a song
I misheard most of the words
The tune held me strong
You sang me a song
Poetry?
Tell me a story
Tell me a story
and you will always have me,
listening, living
Most people are good
Most people are good.
The vast majority are good.
A few do bad things.
Most people are good.
It was dark and there was fear
Enemies hidden.
It was dark and there was fear.
Then came the light. You.
After
Looking out
the world is flat
reflecting only clouds
All diverse is disappeared
the only difference the shade of sky
mountains valleys green all gone
Remembering the preflood
when the globe had shapes
before the hope was ended
before
before
before
Your smile is a candle
Your smile is a candle.
It keeps me warm when the frost falls.
Your smile is a candle.
It shows me a way through the distance, the night.
Your smile is a candle, reflected in my eyes.
Three places, three meals
Porridge. Honey. Nuts.
Jet engines in the background.
Small bubble of calm.
Lagoon risotto.
Tourists lost along canals.
Holiday begins.
Fisherman catches,
his wife and sons are cooking.
Now we feel at home.
How to clean a window to a soul
To clear a window to a soul is not easy but
here is a way
First find the right soft duster
breathe softly on the cloth from the heart
and tentatively, watchfully, carefully
begin to polish away corrosion
The cloth can catch
and leave threads of itself
but with love and hope and perhaps thousands of tears
the rust on the soul window will clear
We have grown old
Invecchiati simu, frate.
Yes, you’re right. We have grown old apart
distant in distance and distant in time
but friendship is deeper than years.
We will always be brothers, brother;
our hands still hold the thin blade scars.
I see your face and you are your father
as he was when we were young
and ran and swam and threw stones at the sentries.
We will always be brothers, brother;
our heads still hold the baton scars.
And now we may be old my brother
and our bones
Stones land in water
Stones land in water
I see wild white fish jumping
Willows hide sad smiles