Love comes over me
like someone who walked
away and left her white dress
with the little blue flowers
behind. Behind, behind
going into the future
radiantly naked. What am I
to do with it? Put it on?
I don’t wear dresses. I love
what’s inside them. But
this one’s so sad and alone
I’ll just let it lie
awhile on my chest,
against the curve of my arm
and just let blue flowers be
blue.
Voice: Jack Hirschman
Piano: Gaspare Di Lieto
Napolipoesia, 2010.









