Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patience. Show all posts

Monday

lubrification

to all my poets
with dry fingers
rub your hands together
until oil drips on paper
once again

s.s.

Thursday

in due time

signora,
between austria and italy,
there is a section of the alps
called the semmering.
it is an impossibly steep,
very high part of the mountains.

they built a train track
over these alps
to connect vienna and venice.

they built these tracks before
there was a train in existence
that could make the trip.

they built it because they knew
someday the train would come.

-signor martini
(under the tuscan sun)


s.s.


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