Separation
Two birds cross the mossed sky, reflected in the Naviglio
Pavese at dawn. Standing on the bridge, looking down, I know
if I peer up to find them the air will be muddy and dull, they
will simply be a set of wings diagonaling a day’s
will simply be a set of wings diagonaling a day’s
beginning, as how in some kinds of love,
beauty lies in the separation.
beauty lies in the separation.
