Wrinkles – By Davide Trame
Published By Davide Trame • Jan 4th, 2009 • Category: PoetrySo many on my mother’s face,
it’s the age pattern I see
when she stumbles unworried bending forward
and comes close, to talk to me,
I see the skin map with its own shine
and its net of tracks and old suns,
the roots where I have slept and run.
She talks, river gurgling on pebbles,
and quietly invades me with her trimming
continents [...]
