Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "La Luna..."
(Dedicato: Lucrezia B.)
LA LUNA...
DO U, under "la Luna", fall in love, kiss the misty morning, legs-a- tremble, like a fawn...and then succumb - leaves rustle! - feel a "belevedere" of magnificence, become INDOLENT; then awake to the stark terror of your Life?
DO U, under "da MOON"; DID U carve your name on a forgotten-childhood tree, like - for ALL TIME - you wished it to be, not caring just who came by, who would READ, not knowing the Harvest, only to Witness the Seed? DID U, under da Moon?
DID U, under "la Luna", crack that SOUL, that Shell, the Brittle, the Detritus? DID U kill the "thing" before the Start? -Unconsciously, out of sight of the Sun, in the DARK, where an eye could only glean a reflection?
DO U, under, "La Luna"?..
c 2014/davedelacroix/ourmanineurope/Sunday-happy-Sunday, Piacenza-Italy.
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