Luckily drenched in sun
leaves still fall
while voices explore reflections
on the trim trees
between leaves and water
countless pieces
in a puzzle for the sky
cling to massive arms
like memories
The only music
erupts in shadows
from a time of blossoms
and the familiar smells of love
Glowing faces
lounge quietly
and soak in the confident air
too timid to fly
and rooted by a strong attraction
to familiar soil
Wrapped women move past
as we sit on the edge of the day
with little recollection
of the dark that daily consumes
Just as a breath catches
vulnerable strokes from branches above
and a young boy leans over railings
for a closer view
I am swept away
and a fleeting curiosity
consumes my senses
by Medici fountain
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