The Piazza Navona teamed with life
everlasting in that outdoor café

when you still tugged at my sleeve
like you owned me,

the feel of cobblestones
under our cheap but stylish “sneakas”
perfect machiattos in hand.

Who needed more?

And the museum across the way
full of ancient mysteries and beauty
like no shit you could imagine
if only we had gone in to find them.

I was never a museum person.

Years later, we saw it again in
The Da Vinci Code,
still happy. Heaving
the weight of precious cargo.

Those times were rapture/rupture.

Even now they tickle if I let them
play when it’s quiet and there’s

only distance

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