| The Cries of the Gulls by Davide Trame Morning beach. The sun among broken clouds. The empty boat moored to the pier, rocked in the waves, in the tapestry of passing. The clothesline twangs, shirts and sheets flap in the breeze. Sand, sea, a row of black stones, the beginning is a stretch of fingers you can’t frame that just brush you and wait dispelling pressure, enjoying space. I only want to wake up to this loitering call of outlines, this rustling choir of present distances. |
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Davide Trame is an Italian teacher of English, born and living in Venice, Italy. He has been writing poems exclusively in English since 1993, and these have been published in around three hundred literary magazines since 1999 in the U.K, the U.S. and elsewhere. His poetry collection, Re-Emerging, was published as an on-line book by www.gattopublishing.com in 2006. |