Saturday, April 19, 2008


poems from the road...firenze
out of touch
with everything i knew
& yet something found...
a thing i have always known;
in the swirl of an ancient stair
with drifting scent
of fresh rainwater
& carved earth,
the view from the top
is one i always knew.
sunlight pouring through
i pause for descent
to be swallowed by the walls
of the aged city.


paisley said...

almost as if,, somewhere along the line you have been there before... how lovely....

Noah The Great said...

:D I really like this piece.