VALORI PLASTICI
Your shadow on the piazza
in a dream
The slanted light of late summer
so it seems
The ball the spoon the spool the string
everything
is a sign
connected in a line
endlessly
The sealing wax with initials
mine and yours
An envelope in a fire
now obscure
The hunt the arrow poised to pierce this lover’s curse
One final waltz
the victim’s shadow falls
windows burst
The bell the book the time you took
the story line a life of crime
the stagehand said you look divine
I found the space a window seat
I saw your face I could not speak
I recognized the widow’s peak
The chilly air of December
keeps your love
a box tied up in black ribbon
a hand in glove
You dreamt a double dream of spring
bright and sunlit
The evil genius of a king
ruined it
