Responses

I have been
Like the beetle
Someone trapped
Under a box
Drinking the dim light
Like milk

Let me remove
This pin from your hair
This thought of death

Flesh
Stuck to the wall
To a child
This alarm bell rings
The spider walks out

They have taken away
Your lips
They have taken away
Your eyes, your ears
I draw your shape
In water

The California
Of the future
Will be all
You ever imagined
California dreaming

I have been reading a book of European poems by Italian poet Ungaretti, I think his name is, couldn’t help but respond, after a fashion.