Day Of The One Sun Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Memories, old clothes
in an overfilled closet
get chosen arbitrarily
remembrances
of moments long past.
day of the one sun
champagne reflections
in the riddled roadway;
the wind’s wet humming,
there where silence sleeps,
among agitated scents,
dreaming a vortex of feelings,
capricious fate swallows all acts
in the dazzling carnal joy of
adventure, aesthetic
and youthful.
While a chest bleeds orange from thorns
returning back home from faraway shores