the flowers
she said
breathe life
in this room this house
a gift
from afar
yet as near
as a bouquet
of flowers
this heart
heart
arrows to the heart
words
in the air
are arrows
to the heart
from a line by Sung Wan: falling petals
it sounded like
falling petals
but was only
pieces
of my heart
never locked
no key needed
the door
never locked
on my heart
from a line by Li Ch’ing-chao: nothing can ever make it fade or disappear
there
on my heart
indelibly etched
an image
you
and nothing
can ever make it fade
or disappear
the gift
unwrap it gently
the ribbon the bow
paper carefully selected
the color gold
remove the cover
there in the box
his heart
worn with age
beating still
in her hands
mind on leave
mind on leave
out looking
for my heart
much like my heart
there the moon
refusing to leave
the morning sky
much like my heart
a hovering love
above the streets
where you walk
in your heart
hoping to find
home
in your heart
Beppe reflects on his capacity for love
he realizes
of course
that no one
could open up
the shell
that is
his heart
Leonard Durso 