Poetry- Carla Scarano D’Antonio
We left with cherry trees blossoming,
people arranging polished horns
in a window.
Opposite to south
Vegetation grew rusty,
gold, scarlet red
silver grey, brown.
branches torn bare
thorn, torn, horn
What the world throws at me
she loses the world in her belly
her thighs are fractions of petals
her face is a riot
rain and smoke smile in a window
wood and sea water listen to the civil war
her hair is a rope out of a refugee camp
old and new ...