At the well of solitude

At the well of solitude
Where the dead and the living link hands
At the side of an abandoned road

We see when the clouds open and the sun
shines through

They are smiling….

Whispering of windows shuttered
On an unknown plain….

The ones with ghosted eyes
stand

Within our dreamtime
to watch….

the bones melt on the window pane…



And the one song that has followed us
All this way…


Is playing….




Poem for not turning away
Bologna 14 apr 20

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