for Elisabetta

 

the warm patches where your smile

 

as light glides from dark roof tops
and lingers on the side of houses
while window-panes send it back in flashes

so in my thinking of you Elisabetta
I'm rescued to the warm patches
where your smile brightens 
the tapestry of life

and any migrant bird heart is again safe
in sunny shelter and can take 
its breath

27th Febb/6th March

girasole