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Sun-kissed cobblestones
terracotta places reminiscent of Italy
Plain trees longingly moving
feeling the heat of the clear azure day
coffee and cake on my own
Sunlight sends a scent
memories rush back from Gardenia days
thoughts of love, Jasmine
Forgetting my obligations
sipping coffee and watching people pass by
Lost in a dreamscape alone
fast steps, slow steps
fast steps, slow steps
a turn and saffron whirl
sipping from a warm cup
terracotta streets of warmth
the scent of perfume, flowers
tomato, mozzarella, and shallots
atop warm kneaded baked bread
olive oil flowing down the streets
cloves of garlic, olives, and cheese
caught up in the warm high tide
flowing along on food and your love
I walk on cobbled and chipped streets.
The smells and the sounds of Stresa and Baveno
on a warm Spring day, come back to me.
Prosciutto pizza with you under the
plain trees remind me of Lygon Street,
and I’m homesick for both.
A scarf of burnt orange moves in the breeze,
and the colour blends in with the architecture;
the sound of Paganini fades, and I’m alone.
C & K 