ferrywise

ferrywise seagulls scream around you for a hundred years
and the tides may continue to caress your back as long as they want

ferrywise it is normal to hear and bear the billion thoughts of a million people
sun after sun
and moon after moon

ferrywise radiowaves weave your ears with gentle clatter
reminding of sweet surrenders in a bedroom with afternoon sunlight
and small talk about whatever happened
to the man on the moon

ferrywise children's running screams may echo in your ears for many hours
after all is gone
and when all is back
you can look at the sun and relax

ferrywise the sea is your home
ferrywise you are alone
and crowded
all the time.

telltale

the bones of a fish dried far ago
under the unknown sun of a forgotten beach
crushed gleefully by two tiny feet
of a crazy little girl
feverishly looking for a star fish
illustrating a radial symmetry
arousing the jealousy of a tiger
that searched for a long lost friend
and in the end killed her happily
ripping and ripping and ripping
the face the throat the abdomen
barely saving the life of the fish
about to be devoured as a delicious dish
and leaving it to lie
forever on the stellar sand that say nothing
and will say nothing
to the girl running back to find her owners
with two drops of blood emerging under her feet
and from the eyes, two drops of tear following;
two for the tiger,
two for the fish.