La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

return

that there could be
an is which is
not here a
motion of transversing time
like flowers
in a brief afternoon rain
with the wind blowing gently

a lunge
a strangled cry of another place entangling us
in reflex action

simplicities of weather
explained

uno peregrinación
la historia y la política

dolor
always
open roads leading through
traces of feet

i will explain
as soon as i can

a necessity of understanding
like forgetting