Veduto Poem by robert dickerson

Ecco: a fine new scene
from the pane of a new train-
fields flung behind
ocre, gold and green
bound for June and Poggibonsi.
Loosening turbans of wind
ramble the bustling car
visiting my armpits
ruffling my hair
O roux of dust and sweat and sun!
Hills gallop by like horses
saddled with towns;
two by two
the vines are bound
sweetening, disembittering.
And in the future
towers poking rivers
Eels, their heads poked
above water.
San Cristofero send
us beautiful destinations
without which life's a
surly hibernation
a cold somnambulation;
and God give me a heart
durable and tight
sensibly packed
agreeably light
without a bit of slack.