letter to neruda

fishing net ©papa osmubal

fishing net ©papa osmubal

letter to neruda
iris fan

after Il Postino

I rolled on your words
trying to reach the black isle to see sunrise
thirsty on earth though by the Aegean

they taxed us same size pearls
how could we know the core of dark mystery
unwrap it, dismantle, taste it
with imagination you said
the world is a metaphor
smile butterfly stars hair football moon
a circle on the first blank page

and sounds
waves on the bay
waves on the sea
wind hung on the cliff
wind in the bush
father’s fishing net
melancholy empty
toll of church bells
starry night and
in the skin
my son’s


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