Tuesday, June 18, 2013

AIR CONDITIONING

Time has come.
In which we let ourselves
sojourn in this bubble of cool.
Outside the heavy lid of air
bogs down silence and sound,
sweat being the warp and woof of any ground.
 
So, we let hell stay
and take shelter in this mimicry of heaven.
Allow me this reflection
while the gaze of the hot haze
on the still lagoon
reminds so definitely, so soon,
 
of this inconstant stay.

3 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

Hi Tommaso, thanks for your comment on my blog, no I haven't any news of Dave King, sorry.

Dave King said...

The last four lines give it the dognity and gravitas it deserves. Well done.

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