Craig (1950)
To a childhood friend of mine
You came to live in our ravaged place few past since the scourge among thick chirps of summery cicadas shadows of rare flights passed and faded between clouds and sky. Screaming off our gorges innocent screams in the still breath of air lighting fantastic lights by children minds, imaginary injuns roaming the prairie,mere our domestic gardens. Sometimes begrudged of your baseball glove holding with plucky plops when dad's throwing the sphere... One day you left, and the indifferent time wiped off every love of childhood play fellow. Ruffling of many seasons puffed our hairs fading memory of faces locking up in the bottom of mind buried reminiscences. Blind climbing and steep rush on the stairs of life dampened each image hurrying to the course,to find our end in the sky of destiny. Evening stopped your steps by a bullet on banks fragrant of mildew. Calling me at your side from the deep through the dumb rain could'nt rush at your help but to pray and regret for you,unforgettable friend. Please,if you can, stay near to my sleep.
	Lino Bertuzzi Copyright ©2005 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi