postcards from rome
it is a gathering of friends… reminiscing, updating, creating new memories
it is the sweet warm smell of thunder brewing rainstorms
it is the sound of the city breathing in and out
it is scooters – arriving, leaving, arriving again – dancing with dawn & darkness
it is the feeling of being a part of it all for a precious, fleeting moment
it is backyards, doorways, laundry drying in the sun
it is SPQR, roman remains, a busy city carrying on
it is the endless rivers of umbrella-following tourists
it is beggars, holy water, opulent chapels, subdued light
it is rabbit in with sauce, squid in with peas
it is the curve of a building, nestling itself into the one beside
it is the magnificence of history, blowing my tiny mind
it is early morning light casting shadows on the kitchen floor
it is the man, pedaling his bicycle, sharpening knives on a turning stone
it is photos missed and photos taken
it is friday night entertainment in the piazza
it is messy sheets and messy lives
it is the silhouette of your body gazing out the window, the world alive beneath our feet
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