Poesia 2001

08 November, 2019 Poetry and Computers 2962 Views

Poesia 2001

I, I didn't remember it anymore.

But we threw,

stale bread from the day before

to the seagulls at the sea.

Now “the seagulls are back”,

like you said the day before yesterday: numerous

and celebrating on every rock of the seaside house.

And this morning,

I remembered,

than that stale bread in the bag

transparent,

you and me, we can, in the afternoon

upon your return to the Cliff,

throw it into the sea to the seagulls.

I love you so much, Gioia:

and it's a whisper, Between

the roar of the wave that

breaks now and the flight, in flock,

of white seagulls.

Angela Battle

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