of roman parchment
a Marco, poeta e traduttore

i saw
a wind of olives
clung to the
mountain
heard the
leaves a rain
of finest silver
come through
the dark greenness
along the branches
splaying out
like broken roads
that traced the
empire
i saw you,
mother, in the
time of lords
and ladies the
pheasants grooming
down the air
with their
trailing
feathers
you wrote me
a letter with the
quill of one
a simple letter
of tears and
golden
signature
and wished
me well.
june 2013
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The music is from Fantasia #83 by Francesco Canova da Milano (1497-1543) from the collection ‘The Lute in Italian Renaissance’; the players are not credited in the details of the Youtube posting.