here
my hand
there
your heart
the distance between
the hard part
other writing
Marco Polo’s lesson: from lines by Victor Rodriguez Nunez
to see something
of the world
is to understand
the way
of the world
that nothing
lasts forever
but each moment
is there
to rub one’s face
in the beauty
of the world
and leave the sadness
behind
Alica in the kitchen
she simmers
she sautes
boils bakes fries
the air
filled with aromas
of her love
transformed into cookies
into stews casseroles soups
happiness there
in the details
the pots the pans
her food
to fill
your heart
almost noon in Aliağa, June 4th, 2017
there is thunder
coming from a distance
soon the storm
will appear
and like all storms
will end
the world greener
for the rain
Alica asleep
spread out
taking total possession
of the bed
her left foot
protruding from under
the sheets
even her mother
had given up
trying to cover
that errant foot
a smile lingers
on her face
as she dreams
of the man
she calls her own
here he comes
here he comes
the cat
slinking up the stairs
to hop on the bed
where he clearly feels
he belongs
Alica takes to the highway
boots on
those legs
that take to hiking
she stands
right hand
on cocked hip
left arm up
thumb out
head tossed back
a rakish angle
hair cascades down
past her shoulders
heading out
on uncharted highways
destination home
summer love: for Alica
on her toes
string bikini
skin the color
of milk chocolate
head back
hair slightly rustling
in a sea breeze
the waves rolling in
gently behind her
summer love
promises: for Alica
the morning
holds promises
but nothing quite like
the thought
of you
aftermath
there is the impact
of a storm
then what follows
the aftermath
Leonard Durso 