The Night Before

The Night Before

The tracks of the tractors screeching in the distance

just far enough away to appear sweet

as evening falls over the Piomba Valley.

The lights of Città Sant’Angelo illuminate

like a stage

above the hill.

The air refreshes and reverberates

in the woods of licorice

that are under

the olive groves

which are above

our vineyards

they are waiting for us, here we come!

The crickets, the badgers and the frogs know

that such peace is but a prelude.

There will fly boxes and scissors and cries,

the whirlwind of people and must and sandwiches

with mortadella.

Tomorrow. It will be tomorrow.

This is our night:

the night before

the grape harvest.

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