crossing

via dei condotti

that final attempt

at February sun

cuts

a concise opening

into the middle

of the Spanish Steps

and while some Japanese girls

lost in their photos

become even paler and

get lost in the shadows,

a stripe of uncertainty

sucks

at the ancient message

of light,

unconscious

on the steps

of a myth,

which

like a broken ship

has them floating

towards Styx,

warbling loudly,…

beauty they say

is just the beginning

of the terrible…

 

…the patina

of knowledge, however,

rewards me

with a

quiet respect

when

in the

Via della Croce

time and eternity

cross

at a

desolate fountain