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Flying around the world
For millions of years,
She appeared resting
On the finely curved lip
Of a limestone,
When I saw her
I thought of Nabokov!
In the yellow of lemons,
In the silver of olives,
In the bitter of citrus –
For desserts or perfumes,
The blue butterfly
The chirping cicadas,
What a sense of quiet!
The rectangle of Garda
In the distance was waking
In amusingly
Tiny proportions –
A morning view
From the shoulders
Of Monte Baldo.

Painting ‘Thinking All Over‘, Sara Maino, 2021