Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

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LI. a cigarette burn on the hard-packed snow path where the lovers hesitating kissed before the inevitable night, held hands, wrapped in white rings of smoke again together disappeared like fugitives as morning comes or months ago now, in a July dusk, rolled-up pink paper handkerchiefs stained with tobacco and lipstick, got rid of two bloody butts more, hushed their ear against the bark, his eye-pupil full of/filled with unlikely glance I heard him naming from a distance clusters of stars, the Great Ascendant and Little Dipper’s fate, switched on like milky chandeliers low, the Lynx gazing, guard behind her silk foulard what leaves arranged themselves in a resin smell on their shoulders? faces bowed, they stopped to speak where they’d disappear again, gently, in the stillness of the black grass as the awful day like others more began

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