Cesenatico

The fridge empty like pages of unwritten paper
longing to be filled yet she isn't

here nor there since the sand of September
woke the dunes of stranded memories

heaving all those moments left behind
like the tide of past seasons sending

words in waves that get harder
to tell or take by the day until

they find the beach to burst
like rocks of a sunken sun

(words: Dorothee Lang, Germany; picture: Efrat Havusha, Israel)