Variation on "Ladri di biciclette"
From birth
to breath
we steal:
one moment.
one moment..
one moment...
calling it our own.
Children watch
fathers abandon
them for bicycles.
(the dharma
can never be lost
can never be found)
We channel Goths and Gauls
from the cinema-ed comfort of
condominiums, watching Empires fall
in post-election years.
Writing
variations
on responses to
Italian neo-realism,
no longer looking for
Buddhahood, Mario Buda.
Eight years since.
one moment since..
eighty-one years since...
one moment since....
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