'Paessagio', Mario Fallani (1995)
[Scene]
at
desolation on
our
little pieces of glass
films
the width of fingernail
slide
across our sight
a
transmit of catastrophe
hide
them in our pocket
with
phonecall tunes
and
plastic money a while
to
stare instead at what?
but
only green the scene
beseeching
silently
bosky
bee busy garden
reserve
where timber
grows
and flowers and falls
beckoning
the eye
with
lucent tranquillity
resting
the mind with quiet
insistent
canopies
fans
and cascades of spread
rainwater
remakes in green
shadow
and sparkle
darker
green and light
bending
from perpendicular
refuge
for birds
depending
on the hour singing
healing
grounded to the earth
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