sixteen chimneys
close together
like the wet slippery street cobblestones
close together on one small roof top
maybe there were more
lost count
street stones, gaps, spaces, irregular
wet and slippery.
thinning out for the holidays, traffic
light, so they go faster
amid patter of many feet
and the mutter of motorinos.
at Pasquali’s ordered pasta gregia – grey
eating it when
M. said it was
pomodori and zucchini
i had enough red pepperincino, hot peppers, on it
hadn’t noticed it was not grey
cause while i ate
i was still thinking about chimneys.
Monday, December 20, 2010
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