Nowhere

Beach, just shades of grey today,
still layers like petals, like a
palm of a hand receiving you,
it could be ages since
the last wind dropped,
the unmovable pearly sky
on a row of perfectly focused stones
and you, sitting in the damp carved
clarity of their outlines,
staring at the myriad of tiny
quick sketches of ripples scuttling in front,
it could be ages since
you first came here and realized
nowhere has its own heart
pulsing like the fog's dots,
like bees crowding the tassels of their home.












Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English, born and living in Venice-Italy, writing poems exclusively in English since 1993. They have been published in around one hundred literary magazines since 1999, in U.K, U.S. and elsewhere. Recently in Poetry New Zealand and New Contrast (South Africa), Nimrod (U.S.)






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