for Romina               


where three streets pour

where three streets pour into an open shell
overflown by crystal waters
ridden by pale Neptune
from the clouds fog and foam
of the Pope's palace

a rose was given to you

and the dawn of your face
was lit
by the sun
your pleasure


march 2002

girasole         class

stonehenge

she dug a wide deep ditch around me
in horse-shoe shape got boulders upright standing
my burdened heart she lifted in lintels off the ground
dovetailed to the stone ring and to the sky 
that I could never gallop away 
nor ever be buried
and so be immortal through time
for her to rise and pierce me in her rays
from end to end

all around the horizon roaming 
she's the sun 
and me in her circle

we're one