Post #69

Milan, July / (you may want to turn yourphone to horizontal mode for this one) It's just me and the silly soft, feathery clouds, like a pillow undone on the backdrop of night: not a star to be seen and my feet feel the wet of the balcony tiles. Rain has brought some respite to this city that's stuck on the plain — like a shot in a sling — between mountains and mountains, and on- ly the East is a vent to the sea (and to Ve- nice), the rest is too steep for the heat to move on. On then! Rise to the wind like a silvery sail, pierce your back with this moonlight, fall home with the dust, drive your comet to fiery endings, shrug dragonly scales — eat the Earth to the fullest, to crispiest crust. (Anda happy birthday to me🥮) @verse by MR