Tuesday, July 10, 2012


Reset the tune.

Dispel these crinkled songs
that choke our stride:

we want to climb 
the neon crescendo
in our ears.

We are the palpitating
accents of a flare

that will ignite
the gloomy tablatures
of speech,

and will decode
the life we've sown

between the lines.

Copyright ©2012 Anna Piutti