Balaustium

I found it here

Red velvet mites quickly run on the pillar
roaming aimlessly at random
in this late sunny afternoon:
all their world is a concrete old plate

They don’t know where they are
why they live, till what day
they will run without reason.
all their life is to run, eat and lay eggs

They resemble modern men,
without reason, faith, love
running randomly with no purpose
beyond the short sight of so small eyes

Red velvet mites quickly run on the wall
of an Art Nouveau villa
while I smoke gazing at
an old sun.
I too now resemble them

June, 19th 2024

Italian version