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on the Osaka loop line

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cities were never really my thing
but there is something here that
calls – maybe not to me but
maybe not to all of me maybe not
as loudly as it thinks but I
do hear my name ringing
in the jingle of traffic lights
in the chirping of train platforms
and it draws me closer, line after
line to a feeling no longer
just a sketch not just a draft
and no matter how much I laugh it away
it’s there it calls it carries me
for a while – just a little longer as
the light dims it carries more
than just my name, and eyelids
and limbs feel heavier and slower
than they have in a long time and
I let the city carry
the soft ringing of my name
slowly fading into town
fading from shi to cho
from here to home and I’m
back I’m back I’m back

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NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2016 24-26 – Haiku da campeggio

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  1. La felicità
    di un cane di nuovo
    sciolta in spiaggia.
  2. La libertà di
    non dover rispondere
    a chicchessia.
  3. E l’uguaglianza,
    perchè – pelo o meno –
    noi ci s’intende.

NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo 2016 19 – III

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I.
Capro da guardia,
l’età rimane virtù
in barriera. Bon.

II.
Rossa, ma solo
per ragioni tattiche,
e sibilante.

III.
Padàuan, trio,
ménage mai corrisposto.
Minore di tre.
(Input da Napowrimo.net giorno 18 – i rumori di casa)

140story – Summer continued

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This is almost a companion piece to Angles.

Angles

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Yes. Come on! It does, actually. If you just. Try sitting closer. No, not like that. Here, let me show you. There. Yes. Look at it from here. There. Right? It’s almost like home. Almost.

I never thought I’d miss it either. It’s not how I imagined it would be, none of the expected trodden feelings of sweet sorrow or heart clenching or the sickness or the longing. No. Nothing like any of those, is it? It’s more of active motion towards an image I seem to have. I think I have. You know the one I mean? Yeah, something of the sea, something of Greece, something of Italy, the South, something Mediterranean about it. What? Why are you smiling? (Summer looks good on you.)

Yes. Active motion, as in. It’s as if I’m trying to. Attempting to create an image, a feeling, a whole context for this type of moment. I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen been in this type of moment. I think. I think I’m trying to reach something that I want to think I belong to without really. Yeah, I know. No. I’m not making it up. I don’t know. I’m sorry. Why are you smiling again? Just. Look, try thinking of it this try imagining that the wind is the sea as well as the wind. I can describe the smells if you want if it helps the salt

Okay. Close. Look at it from here. Close your eyes. Breathe it. It closes in.