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Poems from Milan,
original poems by Celia Abernethy
Corner cafe
Having a cappuccino
at the corner cafe
in Milan
looking up at a lady
hanging her laundry out
on the line
she dreams of those days
she was young and free
she pulls her hair back and looks down at me.
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Sarah
I met a girl named Sarah
she said she was from Australia
she told me she came with dreams
of being in a magazine
but found herself broke and alone
now working at a hotel answering the phone.
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Remembering my Grandfather’s eyes
A shining ice blue that radiated warmth
I would press my face so close to him
I could study the dilating of his pupils
I would wonder if mine did the same thing
At the same time
He used to tell me his eyes turned blue
From looking so much out to sea
Sometimes I would see a look in his eye
As if he were really looking out to the sea
Searching for something
Trying to remember
I remember my grandfather’s piercing blue eyes
My grandfather’s eyes bright and blue
He yearned for something
Something far and distant
Something far and distant
But close to his heart
