(Italian sonnet)
The sun arched high and hot in tropic reach,
missing the narrow alley in shadowed brown.
Weary flats, replete with drab and run-down,
present their dingy windows to the breach
while slouching gloomily atop rows of shops.
Below, broken-wheeled carts stand abuzz with flies.
By one constricted sidewalk, curbstones lie,
offering rotted fruit and leafy slops.
......
Me and Juliette...
Enjoying vacation...
Ernest Hemingway...
Talking dictation...
Different realities...
Different places...
A revolutionary expression...
Across their faces...
......
(Italian sonnet)
The sun arched high and hot in tropic reach,
missing the narrow alley in shadowed brown.
Weary flats, replete with drab and run-down,
present their dingy windows to the breach
while slouching gloomily atop rows of shops.
Below, broken-wheeled carts stand abuzz with flies.
By one constricted sidewalk, curbstones lie,
offering rotted fruit and leafy slops.
......
Me and Juliette...
Enjoying vacation...
Ernest Hemingway...
Talking dictation...
Different realities...
Different places...
A revolutionary expression...
Across their faces...
......