Poems
by Nicola Vulpe
Sahagún
A
bend in the highway,
suddenly in all this flatness
yellow bluffs
a red belfry
and
a murder of crows,
rising
Love
Poem with Ice
Where
is the girl who sang
till the yellow moon tumbled into her lap?
Where
the boy who saw it fall
and gathered the shards from the river?
Once
I tried to hold ice.
Can you guess where it went?
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