The images of the city where obscured
Distorted, kind of hidden
But the pieces where there
The arches and cafes
Gun turrets and cigerette smoke
All the Romes that had ever been
Over lain and synched
A slight misalignment
Gave delicious snapshots
On occassions the warm twilight shifted
Showing the city as it could be
Music and horns
The smell of the hills
Accompanied such visions
Until they blurred back into the present

Posted: Monday, March 29th, 2021 @ 11:32 am
Categories: From Art, Poems, The Sight.
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