Saudade I want to open my heart wide as a Venetian plaza let living air weave through the stony arches of my foundation caress the columns of consciousness I want to feel a mountain behind me in the distance, know that each breath is an echo that there is blue behind the blue that the tattered flags wave without wind I want to sit here all day and feel the shadow of the steeple inflate and retreat over the warm cobblestone, unmasking silent centuries within me I want to feel seventeenth century oblivion, know nothing but sky and depth and Italian symmetry I want to remember that passion blurs the boundaries of time like the clouds above into the mess of matter in our desperate beating chests Tristan Franz Tristan Franz is a teacher, traveler and writer from Brooklyn, NY. His poetry has appeared in several small online literary magazines, which is good, because he probably couldn't handle being famous.
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