Hedgerows in Paris, 1995 Mario Savioni

To Loisa Fenichell

http://www.loisafenichell.com/

Loisa,

As your waiter, orange dress, brunette, me in a blue shirt, I guess with Mr. P.

I listened to your poem on YouTube. Not knowing if you could fabricate the sky.

Something about a child’s arm, I could not hear.

But, I heard that a boy learned to walk with his grandfather,