Boatman

Boatman of the azure sea you're handpicked for having stones in your heart and snails in your eyes and to reply to whomever asks about them that you know nothing I came too one morning when the sea was speckled with white —neither to get on the boat nor to ask— just to stand in … Continue reading Boatman

Piazza

I find myself sitting on a cold stone bench in this little piazza. I don't know if it has a name but it is adjacent to the central bus station. It is morning and I am waiting here for a friend to arrive. I could be at work but my choice was to take time … Continue reading Piazza