wandering albatross


The wind sails the open sea

steered by the albatross

that glides, falls, dances, climbs,

hangs motionless in the fading light,

touches the waves’ towers, 

settles down inthe disorderly element’s

seething mortar

while the salt crowns it with laurels

and the furious foam hisses,

skims the waves

with its great symphonic wings,

leaving above the tempest

a book that flies on forever:

the statute of the wind. 

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