Number Twenty-Three Poem by Sergio Savioli

Number Twenty-Three



the small square blue lockers

near the Limmat's changing rooms

by the deep fast-flowing river

stand neatly in rows

two blocks five by three

all have their own key

all are open to scrutiny

except for number twenty-three

which one year exactly

after two thousand and three

was totally and utterly lost

...by me

Number Twenty-Three
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
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One of those emblematic true stories! I put it to music and sang most painfully on a little video. It's on YouTube and Vimeo under my name.
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