about time
ahead of us they unroll a new road
sticky stench of sweet tarmac in 38 degree heat
squinting men in hi-viz wave their flags and say Aspetta
i say About Time and Grazie
these are the new roads for the new ways
the ones direct from Truth
cinderella
turned out it wasn’t the prince, after all
reminded cinderella who she was
or even the fairy godmother
turned out it was cinderella herself
who, one day, sick of the charade
washed the grime off her face
told the stepmother and all those uglies where to put it
woke the fuck up
and this !
bird winds the sky
rolls the sea out. then in
she brings me all her treasures
seeds, nuts, shells
a bright pink flower from the other side of the world
lays them at my feet
i wonder : am i worthy ?
she doesn’t know what that means
doesn’t care
brings more
says: and this
covid in Firenze
i touched the bus
and then my eye
tell me something:
will i die ?
what i like
that’s what I like about
trees, fields, land etc
they pay notice (none)
– nunca nulla nada –
to the idea that someone owns them
mine, his, theirs etc
they’re like: que ?
in you
in you
i meet
for the first time
and utterly
the love
i am