September

   

A little concert of aluminum pots,

Attends the tail of a sultry September,

Unremitting,

The profuse Rain quench the exhausted earth.

The light is not enough to enlighten the room

And grey clouds cover fast everything.

The drops fall over

Switching with the step that sometimes hurries even more

And the negligent buzzard motionless remains,

On the top of a pole.

How unchanged is this small place under the rain.

Unchanged in all its parts

And then the Spring Fever quiets.

Sure to be already where I had to be.

 

 

Giusuè Marongiu

Maracalagonis, 24^th Sept. 2007

h. 10.30 a.m. 

 

 

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