Saturday we walked a bit
a block beyond the Coliseum,
off the end of the Circus Maximus
by Roman ruins, under an old church,
out into a park with parrots and benches,
sunshine and shade, trees and peace;
it was as if we were some hundred miles away,
this sanctuary in the center of the ancient city.
now today got up and showered
selected attire appropriate
so then decked out right for our day
walked the bowed crest of the old bridge.
first stopping in sunshine, in the middle
to see the calm, wide moving river below
and walkers on one sidewalk side down there,
the Vatican dome straight off a half mile away.
that’s how we got to Trestevere
where we had coffee amid locals
saw only a dog or two out today
looking, listening, in good humor, having fun
seems everyone was taking Sunday easy
and that, you know ’s proven the best way.
so overall uneventful yet pleasant this Sunday
you don’t even need a weather report about it.
let me say right now
that this slow, dull, average day
and this entire weekend was all around okay
to the point of being worth mentioning.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
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"it was as if we were some hundred miles away,
this sanctuary in the center of the ancient city"
Your poems transport me, so I see what you see in the city of Rome, and I feel I've traveled a bit. Your description is worth recording, seemingly uneventful, but eventful in terms of a pleasant journey, conveying motion and immersion in climate and history.
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