The Skies of Saint Lawrence

by Maria Cinanni
 
I see you wander out
to smell the evening hours,
so serenely tinted with
what you called the fate
of unblossomed truth,
(not mine I repeated
nervously).

I see you touch my lips
and slowly comb my hair,
with all your crazy
ambitions ... under
the sparkling fireworks
in every sky,
in every thought,
of Saint Lawrence*.


* The night of August 10th, the feast day of St. Lawrence, is known in Italy as "the night of falling stars", due to the Perseid meteor shower. 2001 by Maria Cinanni. All rights reserved.
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