Short Verses
by Marie Bortolotto 2024

I.

train whistle
travelling nowhere
but here




II.

again and again
gazing down the street
a mountain



III.

in and out of time
losing the rhythm
finding the way




IV.

a Buddha
sits
                   facing traffic



V.

a sprig of cedar
smelling the greenness
of now




VI.

afternoon sun
on my eyelashes
watery crystals



VII.

no one living
at the derelict house
only a pink rosebud

Marie Bortolotto