There are many Ariadnas
(at least a pair of twin sisters)
Lost among the nerved labyrinth
provided by the fallen leaf.

They gracefully dance,
(one displaying her wrists, the other her ankles)
at the same time competing in a strange game,
the stake of which will determine the fate
of their present home:
Staying into a never-ending Mantuan summer
or going to decay into the approaching damp autumn.

As the dances unfolds, it’s impossible to know
Which one of them has gambled summer
And which has gambled autumn too.