Two poems by Juan Pablo Mobili

Updated: Nov 27


Watching the News

Facts precipitate

like summer rains

and risk drowning

what nudged this poem

to begin

dreaming,

to be celebrated someday.

There are children

who were murdered

and parents who may not rise past

unbearable old griefs,

buried under reams

of statistics,

and the meticulous notes

of dutiful reporters.

This poem is at risk

of being blacklisted

for failing to be accurate,

but all it wants is

to speak

of the beauty of this world

without hiding its ugliness, beauty

more memorable

than scars.



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