Listen:
Under a Tree
the tree is red
plays with fire
I stand back
watch it
burn
the tree is white
unbearable lightness
weighs upon it
the cold keeps us
apart
the tree is green
a singing bird
alights in it
I draw near
to listen
the tree is blue
never was one so before
this
I stand
under
Listen:
my name is
With
I trust your name
is too
so we
trinity
Listen:
a venture of blood
breaks for the wild
where the earth trembles
wherever a leaf falls
sun fingers comb
through the trees
moss whispers
in the shade
I go there
to savor
what seasons
me
Listen:
in one arm
her baby
at the end of the other
hip hopping
her daughter in red
dances
into the county jail
a performance I witness
from my window across the street
I reckon
to free
her father with
her visit
Listen:
sight
steps lightly
hearing
keeps its distance
smell
smiles
touch
risks
taste
though
makes
the most
sense
(This poem started to come in 1984 in Florence, Italy)
