Davide Trame

Surf Roar



Now you realise
it has been present all the time,
the fullness of an a and an r
relentlessly disentangling
the nets of the heart.
Wave after wave
shouting and shuffling
needles of sunlight.
Past and future
quietly shattered
in the crashes
of the foam’s throat,
boundaries erased
in the heat
of the noon’s standstill
and limbs released
into miles
of mighty sleep.

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