Praying by Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

Photo by small circle big circle

The taste of Italy

We are delighted to sit down,

To welcome

The one from Italy,

Constantly evolving with all the local color.

We can

Spice up your mornings,

If you like.

You’ll love a celebration,

Rapido e semplice!

 

May you never become

A long lost relative.

– Carolina Perrone