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Sound
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
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.
Excuse me
“Excuse-”
David put on his happy-to-help-tourists face, ready for the next words, where is castle, old town, queue for tattoo….
“- me pal, where’s North Bridge, the methadone clinic ken, the chemist?”
David wasn’t ready for this. It was August, after all, season of upside-down maps and disbelief at the steepness of stairs. He checked his wallet, phone. Idiot.
“Well, this one up at the top of the hill’s parallel to the Bridges so if you go up here and turn left and then right the next one’s the Bridges but I don’t know if the clin- the chemist is left or right -”
But the two men were gone, fast on thin legs, across the road through the traffic.
David breathed deeply and turned back towards the Grassmarket. Now, where were the tourists in distress?
The sky
Nel blu dipinto di blu, Dean met Domenico. They grinned at each other, shook hands as angels sang backing vocals. Happy? Felice…
The Square
The first day the square filled from all four sides. A stream of people became a river, a tide, a flood.The festival was beginning.
Wine and words (2)
She drinks slowly, thinks
– a white, sharp as honesty –
the memories will flow.
Wine and words (1)
Autumn gathered; red.
Rasp on tongue, thoughtful glances.
And then sweet stories.
The Push
Work of a moment on the crowded pavement. Bus arriving, tripping, flailing, bus arriving. Stop. “No, I don’t want a flyer, thanks.”
Beginnings
Usual seasons tick start at equinox and solstice. Here though time measures in acts and givings, starts in summer warmth and rain.
simonsalento 