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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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