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On the train

We haven’t moved for ten minutes. Vietato attraversare i binari Do not cross the railway lines I read the signs Back and forth, While the soft music Of the melodious background noise Explodes like a punch In my face as the Frecciarossa train Knocks me out at 200 mph Of my torpid contemplation of the…

The Great Path*

Bee hotel yawning between the holes glancing at open fields north wind blows snow eating our frozen fingers They’ll warm up by the nightfall a Chinook greets beyond the great river We speed up our steps under the hangover red clouds the summer is preening I could hear it in the wind and the bees move into their new home my grandfather smiles beyond the…

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