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Poem Details | by Robert Renstrom |
Categories: absence, allegory, art, aubade, death, eulogy, humanity,

Emilia In Romagna

Emilia In Romagna

Somewhere a lost little girl
Is crying in her bedroom closet
Because she can’t hear
Her mama
Moving about anymore
She can see dim shapes
Mama stored stuff in here
Luggage scarfs tennis racquets
Croquet mallets 
Boxes of old photographs
Useless 
Rubbish
Apparently not water or food
She can hear the ancient
Transistor radio
Mama always kept on
Pavarotti is proclaiming
His love for another faulty insecure woman
In an opera that makes
As much sense as this
Her disconsolate glissandos 
Ravaged juddered weeping
Rival the maestro
For now
Until later