:::::::::::::::::::::::::CAMILLE MARTIN
if you are somewhere,
i’d like to talk with you
somewhere. not much

to set things in motion, five
black ants take shelter from rain
on a windowsill, disturbed

when the shutters open,
scattering. when the shutters
open, i believe that i can see

you, somewhere, walking
in rain, spattered with drops,
whispering words i cannot hear

yet. if i also am somewhere
listening at a window
to the white noise of raindrops

splashing on sidewalks where
you gently move somewhere
imagining black ants awake.




Magno Urbano