Barbara Raimondo

B a r b a r a   R a i m o n d o

T h e   B e t t e r   L i f e

We are going away, they said

We packed our clothes and rosaries

And seeds for tomatoes and basil.

It was a long time on the water

Now we work in a factory

And buy the food that is left at the end of the day.

Bury me in the hills

That embrace the turquoise sea

Under the trees of olive and orange

Place a red poppy on my heart.

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