Marie Bortolotto 2019
Don’t just stand there
with your hair turning grey,
Soon enough the seas
will sink your little island.
So while there is still
the illusion of time
set out for another shore.
No sense packing a bag.
You won’t be able
to lift it into your boat.
Give away all your collections.
Take only new seeds and an old stick.
Send out some prayers
on the wind before you sail.
Don’t be afraid.
Someone knows you’re coming.
An extra fish has been salted.
- Mono (Sono) Santacroce (1928 - 1995)
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