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Of bales and bears

Rolled up in a bale of numbness,
cushioned
from the sharp edges of the world,
my feelings lay in ambush,
ready:
wail, yelp, screech
on impact.

Don’t unravel the hay
and expose them
to the cold wind of gaze.

It’s best that these bears
sleep their deep winter slumber.

(By Pina Piccolo 1991)

Simone Venturini

Scrittore

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