WORDS WHITE
Joan Iorio
Speak the sky
white words words words
lens that rest on the benches to hold
winter garden suddenly naked
only Yesterday
dress the tree looked at me through the glass
amazed, its pupils an application pending as a staple
undecided
when will the wind?
the black sky came the snow
light as a childhood dream the night
di Natale
l’albero si รจ riempito di parole
mute, appese ai rami
scintillanti come ami.
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