three m's and me in city life

dear reader i want to help you.

there are three m’s in this story

my m,  friend maria and chinese maria3

there.  you’re ready.   simple as can be.

seated  in  our Chinese restaurant

m. can immerse to a point

she tells me as I wonder

what point is that?

maria arrived moving slowly

we greet as she sits gingerly

having fallen in the shower last week

and whacked well  her ribs for real.

maria 3 came to hear

about the mishap, pen in hand,

and to take our orders, no mystery there,

for us it is the usual.

at this point i mentioned the man

who lives on folded cardboard boxes

down in front of the pharmacy

on busy Corso  Vittorio

saw him watering  the tiny plants

springing up in the cracks on the sidewalk.

this is the city, where you tend your garden

 where  you find it.  

we talk, ate and depart.

then gather on  the outside.

to the man selling umbrellas

we show him ours,  as all notice rain had passed.

                                 

that’s 3 m’s, lunch and me

and briefly raining weather

no confusion,  call it a Sunday

wrapped and packed together