Empty Talk

I envy you
your quiet life
of which I am
no part

we speak in
roundabouts
where events
are always
so-so

an average sum
of which I know neither
your lows
nor
your joys

Kinship

Two visitors on new treads are we,
Whom live and breathe so differently.
Courteous greetings we do exchange,
Finding each other curious and strange;
You smell of southern breeze and hospitable folk,
I of northern ice and more suspicious looks.
Yet gladly we sup the same nectar dew
And in this spring, we are renewed.
From cocooned sleep we’ve both shed the past
And walk together on a summery path.

In Good Company

Small talk with friends
And small talk with strangers;
How different is the afterwards —
Truth and polite fiction

Drenching Rain

Umbrella-less pedestrians
Smile at each other in drenched pants and dresses
Beneath the pouring rain, strangers cluster
The tourist and the elite both under the Marriott
Students and elderly visitors in front of the Hospital
Others dance in the rain, slim bodies laughing
And the woman in the green skirt sits at the palazzo
In front of the fountain, she waits
A generous muse anticipating her artist