Crepacuore (a poem)

Watched Lina Wertmüller’s Swept Away for the first time in about 40 years…

Clapping hands
make no sound
a classic of its time
needs only what it needs
nothing more

The sound of waves
will haunt the rest of his life
burnishing the scars
left behind on an island somewhere
with the last days of August

(9 September 2018)

 


 

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