for Giancarlo Majorino
Corso Donati, the Metro
burrows its various tunnels into the gardens;
roots that did not speak uselessly;
the bones of some provincial Roman;
and a fibre suitcase;
the rail tracks of the North Station.
I don't remember now all the details.
A time gone by runs off at the back of the trees.

Translation: 2009, Ron Banerjee