La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

winds shifting
sounds coming from above ground

do you trust in the

not signage
another fence

on a thursday the boat
headed for shore
for the first time in
his young life

they've become quite the birdwatchers

i do not remember her crossing
the threshold
but i was more concerned with
the lingering traces of

somewhere in the jumble is
a center that will hold