UF Object

You are for me a UFO
who sped across my sky at night,
landed in my garden and
loved me at the speed of light.
Now I am your satellite.

The day before

In my mind it’s always the day before. The sun was sunny, the grass was green, you said ‘I love you’ and it didn’t sound strange.

Insect to human was harder. No matter the warmth of smile and hands, heart remained ice. Sal sensed it early but saw it too late.

“Port wine is red and port has four letters like left.” For five years, Mick didn’t swim out to where Grandad’s boat had gone down.

Sisyphus’s rock rolled down again. He cursed the thinkers. Each time a meaning was given to the rock – knowledge? love? – it fell.

The heart is a pump, OK. Arms, legs, OK, they’re levers, I’ve got that. But the spark, the spark that sparks the machine? You know.

If a picture paints a thousand words, then why 😊💕🙈🎶🌒🌟🏊🛠❓❓❓

A whisper in the silence is the only sound; and then is gone. Sal turns in his bed but there is no one there. Then he remembers.

A blowup mattress on the roof; a single cotton sheet just in case. The whish of palms rocks us to sleep, golden stars our nightlights.

Nel blu dipinto di blu, Dean met Domenico. They grinned at each other, shook hands as angels sang backing vocals. Happy? Felice…