Sorry for the late post. I'm grading the second midterm this week, on top of at least fifteen other enormous deadlines. Please enjoy this poem that I wrote when I was living in Rome.
The Sky over Saint Peter's
No
rain, no clouds, no sadness yet
just
blue on blue on top of blue
so
blue it hurts my eyes.
As
not-so-early morning traffic
swirls
around the fountain
and
dies into the night.
Or
pre-dawn glowing gold-on-blue
over
the buildingtops too greet
the
day that’s paused in coming.
I
skirt the fountain, yet alone,
can’t
quite define the color
suspended
in the air.
Stars
are hard to find in Rome.
From
my terazza, certainly
a
dark spot in the city,
I
count no more than twenty.
So
frightened by the big-town bustle
they
slink into the corners
and
wink out as I chase them.
But
molten gold glows slowly, surely
filtered
through the leaves of trees
as
light begins to fade.
Behind
me blue melts into pink
as
one lone airplane traces high an arc;
you’d
think it was a star.
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