The gentleness of rain was in the wind.
No hesitant step; on slips on the salt planks;
the sky broken with grey. A sea change;
a radical with no fear of God; a frantic lover
on the barge Don Juan.
This is a dissolution into muse; not Lerici
but a fire on a beach. Cor Cordium -
you do not know this yet; you are already
claimed to live more than ten sea miles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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