How Long Is End Stage

July

• not
• I left that evening of July
• fled
• solitude and silence
• and fear of the future uncertain.
• 
  
I have not forgotten
• the cliff "La Guardia"
• the chatter of women in mourning
• in line to get water
• and the sound of broken "lancene.
• 
  
• now
• July wrinkles and white hair and run away again
• solitude and silence
• and fear of tomorrow
• time
• steps
• made even more uncertain

From "Dreams and waking" Calogero Restivo ed.Il my libro.it