Evening,
Evening, Soft and Gentle
and the sea and the moon
are the same to me.
and the memory game pieces on the table
are like david to me
like the one who walks ahead of us in the
park
to darkness he is born naked and stark
like a bird of the stopped train
a jammed cassette.
and the sun is very old with sky
like the breezes that blow it by.
evening, evening, soft and gentle
today I saw flaming nettle
dive into the shaking birds
and below the opening leaves I saw
crisp crinkled moons
everyone everyone
like heaven revolving around me.
evening, evening, soft and gentle,
remind me, take away these beggars’ shoes.
Lydia Quattrochi
L. Quattrochi is nineteen
years old and a college student who's studying education. Writing always makes
her smile. She has been published more than ten times in magazines,
including Cathartic Youth Literary Review, Teen Ink, Cloudscent
Journal, and The Weight Journal.