Citta della Mente

city of the mind
by childlike fantasies and
worries exhausted
of my mendacious mind

at nothing laughing
and for the flower crying
’cause it dies
not knowing how to save it

so nothing remains for this
fickle mind of mine but
to forget now and hereafter
as it did before

and thus continue on its own
to rhyme
lulled by the sea like a fish
languidly

-Paola Bruna