Do You Need An Arrow Rest

country where the shadow

where the shadow goes on and the streets ristanno
among the flowers, remember
words and cries of man is probably a hoax. But always in the sky

usual haunt my tracks, my sun and trees
remote from the time fixed behind
turns. And always, even
that I have known the sweet secret
the dust still, among the flower beds,
m'indugio waiting for a face unspeakable
protrude from the sun.
Mario Luzi by A toast