Toscana 2008

Buddhists shake the trees down to their meaning
while consolidations of men drown in the pitfalls
of circumstance.
I draw the line in the centre world
so that I may observe every second hand
explode at once;
and in the silence of that holocaust
reams of pleasures come clean,
allowing me an understanding
of everything I lose each time that I rewind.
The lessons are forthcoming;
The Heart beats faster in wine.

~ M. Lucia