Miriam DiFiore

Christmas 2002. Snow. January 2003. Snow. Right bank of the Ticino River, Bereguardo

Regrets

After the flood,

Trees were pulled down by the running river

Men used the saw to cut them
The woods cried for the fallen trees

It was the saw's daily task

I do not think it liked this shore
Its handles are tree branches

Its iron blade comes from the core of the earth
Does a saw regrets being what it is ?

Rest in peace my saw, you are motionless now

This is a saw to cut trees
This WAS a saw that cut trees