(Taormina) (Sicilia 26)
sales aren’t rapidly exposing wares.
crystal doesn’t find its way as a cheap
disposable plastic.
the milano surf has washed here
and in its midst threads that
don’t ever grow in receding price.
if it’s needed, it’s quality.
the bricks that the sun has long since baked
are still glowing brightly in what for them
are new homes.
the shoes that once found themselves in the uterus of a leather shop are cleaning
palettes still with their freshness.
the wine glasses that overflow so rarely
have christened many a vacation or wedding
a moment of spontaneous needed recuperation.
but discounts? that seems to be only the style
of mass consumption. it’s not the current
flowing through these waters.
rapid, random, lacking in utensil,
the market of mass purchase is the only location for such silliness.
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