spring to chaos
stuffed with energy
here to the brim, back again
carried by people
in sighing light wind
laughing bright colors
leaping over piazzas
honking from buses
blue shadow and makeup
wine served with pizza
the short-skirted on mini-stilts
tap-tap clicking down old alleys in heels
checkered cloth and waiters
bells chime the hour
to the cobblestone sun
coffee at outside tables
amid smiling faces
talk a lot
Friday, March 27, 2009
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These are my favorite lines:
"sighing light wind"
"the short-skirted on mini-stilts"
"tap-tap clicking down old alleys in heels"
And I like how the poem ends, with a rhythm change, that brings all the bustle to a halt, bumping into it, serving to accentuate the rush.
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