The Muse Strikes in Italy: Listener Travel Poetry
ripe
this perfect golden moment
under the heavy lemon trees
and cascading vines
growing cheers and laughter;
I have climbed all day
through olive groves and
drying laundry
fat fig trees
and sleepy spiders
searching
but not lost
in the Mediterranean heat
to reach this
spot my whole existence
leading me here
and wrapped up in this
moment
my time my peace
a sunshine grenade
explodes on my tongue
incredible complex apricot rapture
it was
waiting
perfect like you
for me
all this time
to come along
(randomly?)
and
pick it
Gary Carlson
Cinque Terra, Italy
June 24, 1998
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