Parading

To know you must

light low and long

we are lucky

there can be a quiet and clarity, a fusion

The ground you walk on is rock. I have been here before.

I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind.

I said to the sea

Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for

The grand Italy of meanwhile. It is the fact of being brief,

It is hard / to pack for the rest of your life. Someone is always