After September 11, 2001

It’s winter already –
doors and windows
keep out the cold

the warm days
of laughter and song
will never come back –
people freezing
in the streets
don’t think of them anymore:
dream that disappears at waking
when one cuddles
in search of warmth

on trees
crows croak

(like others)
keep the fire going

Translated from the Italian by Licia Canton.
First published in Accenti Magazine, Issue 1


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