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The lure of being lost
In the shadows of a forest –
Wandering among magnolias
As though in “The Last Supper”
With standing dinner candles.
Trees never lose their way,
Nor their memories.
Something must be born
In such thick silence,
And no-one is there to explain
Those steady and confident hands
Rising to my solar plexus.

Painting “Methods”, Sara Maino 2021