| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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Here I am alone with you
again on a Friday afternoon
with the sun going down, being drawn down —
whatever you are doing with it, with your
puppetry, your masterful whatever;
What have you done to my heart? Pulled
the shutters on that too in my race
towards others? Today you keep it still,
as if you rested between the beats —
a moment of conversation within the heartbeats
your voice between every beat, saying,
“I love you I love you”;
I am tired. You say “rest. Want nothing, need
no one. The flowers of those you love, hold them
up in your left hand,” you tell me, like a flame,
like a tribute; like a sun that takes the
place of the one setting.
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Fr. Pier Giorio Di Cicco |
| About the author: |
| Fr. Pier Giorgio DiCicco, a priest of the Archdiocese of Toronto, has authored 17 books of poetry. He was born in Italy, raised in Montreal, Boston and Toronto and has taught at the University of Toronto. He is currently Poet Laureate of the City of Toronto. His poetry is published by The Mansfield Press
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