byLance Henson
- dawn brings with it the sorrow of light
of one who does not want to be seena voice that must be hidden
in a place
that it does not belongis it a river or a breeze
or the running water that grieves
onto itselfthat makes one wish to be free
the forbidden song of the cricket
lies among the rosesa wind floats by whispering of che
and crazy horseon a morning of frost
in the soreness of waking
the cry of humanity goes out of itself
as impossible to stop
as the weeping of water
as the weeping of a child
Milan
January 31, 1997
Piero's house