real crack

have come at last to love

again the sun; spring,

the end of death;

 

sheep on the hill, toil

of the first man

to dig his fingers

in the soil, feel

blessed, love:

 

love, You: the glass

between us cracked,

our fingers touch:

 

Light, Blood..

2 thoughts on “real crack

  1. Love how ‘the sheep on the hill’ rests in the midst of this feeling of light and blood, the fracture needed for us to touch each other, those fingers in the soil. Bellissimo, fratello mio!

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