Frank Corcoran

Today will be up to forty degrees, so it´s swimming fully dressed.
But now it´s rosy-fingering; my dawn comes filtering through and true, not yet real pink blue, all Franco´s seventy five cows lowing at their bovine Matins. ” Far call”, THE WAKE is right. Clarion. This soundscape for world and dawning. ( Cows smell the coming heat. Start the still sleeping tractor quick.) This shimmering Lazio Tuesday is being born.