On Lungarno Acciaioli
A woman sits with both legs dangling
Over the wall, her back
To the street. It is obvious
That she is either more brave or
Has more faith in humanity
Than I do.
I glance up to see her taking
A picture of me with my
Book of Bukowski open
I look back down to the street.
What I had thought earlier
Was a lizard turns out to be
A feather blown by the traffic.
Again, I look up and she is gone
I realize my eyes wont stay open,
and the wine's
Effect is passing.
My vision is lost down the street
P. Conners Jr.
Florence. May 22, 2012