summer- may
Swallows litter the sky
Dipping diving shrieking
Poppies litter fields and roadsides
Tucked in between rows of olive trees
Cypress stands dark and tall
Like fingers
Like tombstones
Yellow and orange seep into everything
Sun kissed faces
Sun dried clothes
Sun dried tomatoes
Tomatoes and cheese and oil
Cherry pits sucked dry
Little orchards on a terraced hill,
the ground littered with oranges and apricots
The pomegranates aren’t ripe yet
they have pretty flowers though
Cathedrals and bells everywhere
You don’t need a watch
Jasmine scent trails through winding alleys
When italians count with their fingers they always start with their thumb
I caught a pigeon again
Last time i went to italy i caught one
i told one woman about my last year
She called it “anno de sabbatico”
Sabbath year
